| Seven years here, yeah you’d think we’d be dead
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| Seven years at the bottom digging wells, striking air
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| To endure (we endure!), is to conquer and destroy
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| I’ll swing and drip with sweat until my fist connects
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| Man is immortal till his work’s done
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| Shawshank till my heart stops
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| Tear drop. |
| Capulet
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| Fully alive in my dagger death
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| The beast is loose the beast is free
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| Steppin' on his head like an IED
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| Met the beast at the ocean
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| Now he’s bleeding in the streets
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| When the air gets thin breathe again
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| Under blood!
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| To the west coast kids give my love
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| Under blood!
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| When the mob takes it all we know nothing but to rise
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| Keep a steady, steady stride
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| Good to live. |
| Good to die
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| If you stomached your sword samurai, pull it out
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| If your skull leaks gin like a sink, sober up
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| Curtains up, it’s a hundred million dollar brawl
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| It’s not the dog in the fight
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| Crazy always beats strong
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| Tell the angels of the churches not to worry
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| I’m first in, in person, bustin' a verse of pure fury
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| Immersed in the Word, worthy to hold the seven stars in his hand
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| It’s all part of the plan of Him who mans the martyr when you martyr the man
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| When the air gets thin breathe again
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| Under blood!
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| To the west coast kids give my love
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| Under blood!
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| When the mob takes it all we know nothing but to rise
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| Keep a steady steady stride
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| Good to live. |
| Good to die
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| Every moment I live give it all
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| Under blood!
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| Gotta bury my fears, cut 'em off
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| Under blood!
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| When they split my stomach up and the pigs are at my guts
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| Got a Ghost by my side
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| Good to live. |
| Good to die
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| We give it all
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| When the air gets thin breathe again
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| To the west coast kids give my love
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| When the air gets thin breathe again
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| Under blood!
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| To the west coast kids give my love
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| Under blood!
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| When the mob takes it all we know nothing but to rise
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| Keep a steady, steady stride
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| Good to live. |
| Good to die
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| Every moment I live give it all
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| Under blood!
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| Gotta bury my fears, cut 'em off
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| Under blood!
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| When they split my stomach up and the pigs are at my guts
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| Got a Ghost by my side
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| Good to live. |
| Good to die |