| Will I rise from the ashes we create
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| Will I fall into oblivion
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| When I look up to this tower with a soul that’s ripped apart
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| I see my death before me and the path is cold and dark
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| I feel the flames surrounding my heart
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| Watching my soul being torn apart
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| Twenty six years I’ve been digging my grave
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| Climbing the tower of pain
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| Fear shouldn’t be deciding my fate
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| My agony shouldn’t be holding this weight
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| When my heart no longer beats what will I say
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| Will I rise from the ashes we create
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| Will I fall into oblivion
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| When I look up to this tower with a soul that’s ripped apart
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| I see my death before me and the path is cold and dark
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| I hear the whisper of death in my ear
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| Hell is safe for a thousands of years
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| Twenty six years being told I’m a slave
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| Trading desire away
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| Fear shouldn’t be deciding my fate
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| My agony shouldn’t be holding this weight
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| When my heart no longer beats what will I say
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| Will I rise from the ashes we create
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| Will I fall into oblivion
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| When I look up to this tower with a soul that’s ripped apart
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| I see my death before me and the path is cold and dark
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| Hell shouldn’t draw me closer to Heaven
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| Death shouldn’t pull me closer to faith
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| Hell shouldn’t draw me closer to Heaven
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| Death shouldn’t pull me closer to faith
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| I will climb the tower of pain
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| Blegh!
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| Tower of pain! |