Shout

Schematics of my past Are some patterns you can't match I've had enough at last You can step up, doesn't mean that i won't put you right back on your ass That is life, according to Frank That is right, it pours when it rains Stand and fight, Aura the brave Find that light when the skies are gray Stuck in the light, get back in the race It is alright, it is okay You just might, need a day to recuperate Get through the pain you will one day Reach new heights that seem like a flight Take it one step at a time Learn from mistakes and recognize That you can fly, just like Sinatra Fight off your monsters that hide in your closet I am not stopping, I will not run, I will not hide Push through the darkness or get to the light Know that the devil will try and befriend you Just to behead you, a sacrifice He attacks your life, then your mind, and then he smiles Because, your caught in his game Like a spider an web with a blade and a knife Up to your neck, pray your creator Will send you some angels to put him to rest Someday it may feel like no one can save you Including yourself, or maybe those Chains restraining you from escaping this hell That's the shit that makes me wanna shout Shout, shout That's the shit that makes me wanna shout Shout, shout That shit makes me wanna fucking shout That shit makes me wanna fucking shout Out at the devil like Motely crue Rob my potential you probably do You cannot judge what I've been through You're just a punk that thinks he's so cool Puncture my lung through my ribs before I give up or give in Aura goes on till the end What'd you expect, me to accept defeat You honestly think I'd let the world bring me down to my knees Ask for forgiveness after I realize it should of been vengeance But I let it go so that I could grow I let it go So I could grow I let it go So I could grow There is a light There is a light Let it be shown Let it be shown The seventh day has came for sure A renegade of the hate you throw, let it be known I am so easy to pick out, I stand from the crowd Lonely soldier on the battleground My misfortunes have made me proud I don't need your pity or your hand-me-downs That's the shit that makes me wanna shout Shout, shout That's the shit that makes me wanna shout Shout, shout That's the shit that makes me wanna fucking shout That's the shit that makes me wanna fucking shout