| Trapped in this world of illusions, knowing I cannot break free
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| With every drop of my own blood, I can see
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| Can’t find an easy solution, all of this blindness surrounds
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| Filling my mind with pollution, all I’ve found
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| Still I’m alive
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| The warrior’s cry
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| Broken but true
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| Slowly, we rise
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| With my hand, I call to you
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| The smoke will rise from burning through
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| Now I’m alive, we must decide…
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| Whether to stand or hide from the light…
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| Won’t you see it through?
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| The women are begging for mercy, his power so full and divine
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| It’s just a moment from evil… Ain’t that right?
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| A walk in the devil’s direction, and soon you will find
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| It’s such an easy selection… Who will die?
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| Still I’m alive
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| The warrior’s cry
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| Broken but true
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| Slowly, we rise
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| With my hand, I call to you
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| Smoke will rise from burning through
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| Now I’m alive, we must decide…
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| Whether to stand or hide from the light…
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| Won’t you see it through?
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| With my hand, I call to you
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| Smoke will rise from burning through
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| Now I’m alive, we must decide…
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| Whether to stand or hide from the light…
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| Won’t you see it through? |