| I drink in misery and spit it back in your face
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| I breathe in suffering and exhale mace
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| Emerge from the fire, undevoured
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| I am the storm from which you cower
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| Pain is power
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| Pain is pure
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| Pain is power
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| I’ve been stranded in the rain, neck-deep in muck
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| My skin blistered by the blaze, beaten into dust
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| Existence is suffering
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| I’ve gone to war with a chainsaw and broken its teeth
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| I’ve given up my life, broken body and dreams
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| Emerge from the fire, undevoured
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| I am the storm from which you cower
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| Pain is power, pain is power
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| Pain is pure
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| Pain is power
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| Outsider, Pariah
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| Become my fucking armor
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| Throw your stones at me
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| My bones will not break
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| So step up and try it
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| Or stand back, stay quiet
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| It’s never getting better
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| This hurt will last forever
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| Emerge from the fire, undevoured
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| I am the storm from which you cower
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| Pain is power
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| So keep fucking staring
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| I am the beast you made me
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| It’s never getting better
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| This hurt will last forever |