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Grasp the nettle, take a chance
Spin the dice on a new romance
Paint a picture, in black and white
They'll never listen
They're never right

If only

Please take the time to settle down and
Find the things you like
Every mornin' I try
Find a way of life
It's the age old plight
Grasp the nettle tight

we back compassion
Pray for redemption in the realms of what we fathom
Grasp the nettle just to feel 
Because we settle for our choice in the belief

And breath is in my lungs
I will grasp the nettle even though I might be stung

You can't stop the march of time
The hue of your days has been defined
But you

NO PAIN, NO GAIN!  
Oh....Oh ... NOT EASY!
'Practice will make good' they say 
Push your limits every day 
Grasp the nettle, face the fear  
Tell

to yell

Changes provoke me inner need to grow up
And grasp the nettle for once

I'm getting used to yell
I'm getting used to feel unconscious
Like

Jackie chan moves
Look at me resilience
Talk about you ridiculous
Lord would be takin the joke
Lord would be picking the chosen
All the way grasp

they stand
Hard choices against their land
Grasp the nettle of strike
For the crown of life
Kalevala

(verse)
The boat flouted to evil land
Rage against

the things I tell, the future’s here, not out of me

Spread it loud, take it out, blow the system upside down
Massive fluff, grasp the nettle, politicians are

came through ?
None of them cause I avoid what's through window

I shoulda grasp the nettle instead of blend into the crowd
I coulda turn John Doe into

El Pecado

Acid Drinkers

Acid Empire Anthology, 1989-2008

2008

Gonna grasp the nettle
Gonna puke and clean the sly's den
I will proof my mettle
I will have it finished to the end
Half a man, half a moon
At the end

I never climb in vain like a truth mountaineer
That's what Nietzsche said before the whirling cloud appeared
Now we grasp the thyrsus and tell

to slay

Their ancient hands will grasp the air
cnd throw the beginnings of those lords heirs
When they fall, i am buried, ensnared,
c servant to suffering,

at the water’s edge; a green escapade brought soundlessly to life by willow, birch and succulent nettle. Forgetting myself afloat I turn my body over to the place

all bristly hound’s tongue 
grasp, you yellow loosestrife. 
Me, John in the pulpit, woodruff and butterbur, 
your musk, your honeysuckle, 
red