"You shut your mouth when you're listening to me, I don't need no sorry advice,
The words fall like a tattered book, when your silence would suffice,
Another fool with too much time, no knowledge of what they speak,
But still you feel the need to unconstructively critique,
We're all running in the wrong direction,
We're in the dark to what you know,
But maybe you're missing the point,
Like a blind man shooting from a crooked crossbow,
Reserving, deserving, but never quite observing, the whole damn point of it all,
The mouth moves but there's nothing to hear except the pride before your fall,
Don't get me wrong, you might be right, opinion is more than welcome here,
But leave your ignorance at home, and pull your head from your fucking rear,
We're all running in the wrong direction,
We're in the dark to what you know,
But maybe you're just plain wrong,
Like a loaf of bread trying to play the scarecrow,
So now you stand, with nothing to say and no witty comeback,
You've overestimated your abilities, not to mention my tact,
If you're whats left you can't be right, so let's open up your mind,
Who knows what we'll learn? Who knows what we might find,
We're all running in the wrong direction,
We're in the dark to what you know,
But maybe you should keep your tongue still,
Cause to me your words mean precisely... zero.
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