Good to Know That If I Ever Need Attention All I Have to Do Is Die

Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen? It's ink that lies The pen, the prose, the paper I live, I learn You will always take what I have earned And so aid my end while I believe I'm winning Our friends speak out in our defense Pay ten deaf ears for two months rent We burn the gallows they erect And cut the nooses they tie for our necks [Chorus] You constantly make it impossible to make conversation Keep us comatose but audible And I like it the farther I get out We pass it off but it's all on us Only common conversation It took everything I got And I like it the farther I get out Once said, always said I will hold the past over your head I'll speak my mind whenever I feel slighted I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge Take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you I slip concealed back to the keep Concede to do the work for free We prey as wolves among the sheep And slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep [Chorus x3]