| From the day I was born nothing was given
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| I used to bleed just to feel alive
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| All I wanted was to reach the sky
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| They tried to kill my soul and bury my mind
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| There is no God here
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| These fists are made of blood
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| It feels like walking through broken glass
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| Every time I take a step, inside your temple of lies
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| Rise, rise, rise from all your sickness
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| This blood is real, these scars run deep, it’s death before dishonor
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| This blood is real, these scars run deep, it’s death before dishonor
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| It’s a sign inside us, that shelters emotions, defies oppression
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| From the day I was born nothing was given
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| I used to bleed just to feel alive
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| All I wanted was to reach the sky
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| They tried to kill my soul and bury my mind
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| Real blood, real scars, real life |