| But I still have my whit
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| And I plan to connive and make my presence known
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| Your throat constricts
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| Like speech was never ever sewn
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| I still see the difference in her
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| I still see the difference in her
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| While choking back the tears
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| Her life remains the same
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| As the knife cuts ear from ear
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| But the blood has sprayed the path red
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| With the purpose to murder us all
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| If I only I had one last day
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| I would have removed the head from the evil one
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| And posted it to warn his clan
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| Step foot on us all and breathe your last breath
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| I warn you with ink
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| Removed only with everlasting rest and death sleep
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| But I still have my whit
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| And I plan to connive and make my presence known
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| Your throat constricts
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| Like speech was never ever sewn
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| I still see the difference in her
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| I still see the difference in her
|
| While choking back the tears
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| Her life remains the same
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| As the knife cuts ear from ear
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| I would have removed the head from the evil one
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| And posted it to warn his clan
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| Step foot on us all and breathe your last breath
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| I warn you with ink
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| I warn you with ink
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| My head, bound and tied
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| Blade raised for my voice
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| This stage of our life
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| We’re told make our choice
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| The air full of lies
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| Blame our ways of hope
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| With hate I will rise
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| My hands on your throat closed
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| But the blood has sprayed the path red
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| With the purpose to murder us all
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| If I only had one last day
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| I would have removed the head of the evil one
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| I would have removed the head from the evil one
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| And posted it to warn his clan
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| Step foot on us all and breathe your last breath
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| I warn you with ink
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| I warn you with ink
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| Bones singeing as you burn us all
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| I’m hiding the shame
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| I’m hiding the shame from the blinded one
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| Sacrifice me. |
| I’ll do anything just to live again
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| Say it now
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| The golden purpose stands |