What Time Is It, Mr. Fox? - The Witness
I do my best work when my hands are tied
Is that what you said?
Never trust the mouth of a man with wounded pride
Even when he's dead
You can go with the flow
Well, the river is turning
Every rule that you know
I've been busy unlearning
This anger I feel won't be contained
It will be spoken
It will be named
For what is broken might not be healed
But revealed and reclaimed
I crossed the sky when you were learning to crawl
Did you forget?
How high can you fly now?
Have you practiced your fall?
We're placing our bets
Well, they bow and they bend
To your unconditional violence
Tell me how you'll contend
With the women who won't be silenced
This anger I feel won't be contained
It will be spoken
It will be named
For what is broken might not be healed
But revealed and reclaimed
You think you've won the war
When we're just shaking the cage
We can do a whole lot more
With this kind of rage
Written by:
Brian King, Nathan Cohen
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