| Daggers of fear
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| Brandish my skin
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| I believe I’m innocent
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| Of this sin
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| The accusation
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| Of being a coward
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| Bounces off
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| My rubber mask
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| Just a word
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| They try to get me
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| To fall apart
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| Try to get into my heart
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| They circle around me chanting
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| Wild phrases
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| They mix me up inside
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| Vast mazes
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| But I am not broken
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| Words are useless now to me
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| Action are decisions lost at sea
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| I fight with the power to heal wounds
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| I fight with the hope it will be over soon
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| I fight with the will that unbroken win
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| I fight with the dagger sticking my skin
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| But I will not be broken
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| Now they try to take my pride
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| But all my tears have chosen to hide
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| I cannot weep
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| I cannot lose hope
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| I must fight
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| I must fight through the day
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| I must fight into the faded night
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| Daggers of fear
|
| Brandish my skin
|
| I believe I’m innocent
|
| Of this sin
|
| The accusation
|
| Of being a coward
|
| Bounces off
|
| My rubber mask
|
| Just a word
|
| They try to get me
|
| To fall apart
|
| Try to get into my heart |