| Oh I shook hands with the devil himself
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| Our grip held the contents of hell
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| Conceit was spilling over his gaze
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| He nods at me now its make or break
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| Make or break
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| It has begun no time to waste
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| My calloused core they’ll never shake
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| Behind these walls my life awaits
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| So send your army through the night
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| They undermine my will to survive
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| Before the sunrise they will find
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| I’ll wear their ruins
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| And Ill tak what is mine
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| Oh I’ve struck gold with a consequnce
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| A gift to bare with a great expense
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| Yet I’m still fighting profitless
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| Proving my worth with every step
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| No repent
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| And peace will come to those who’ve spent
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| My freedom wears a heightened sense
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| So line em' up I’ll pay my dept
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| So send your army through the night
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| They undermine my will to survive
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| Before the sunrise they will find
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| I’ll wear their ruins
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| And I’ll take what is mine
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| So send your army through the night
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| They undermine my will to survive
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| Before the sunrise they will find
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| I’ll wear their ruins
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| And I’ll take what is mine |