| Break!
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| Can you feel a breath of death
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| Are your knees shaking bitch?
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| Perhaps...
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| You've even started to believe in God
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| Well your screaming has pitched
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| Empire!
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| Made of sand and glass nill become ruins
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| Exile!
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| Not the worst that could happen
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| Cause you're free at last!
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| From the dead weight of past
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| I've started again and not gonna break it
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| I'll take your deception and trust in to your throat
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| Find another place to feed your greed
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| While I find a place for rest
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| No one will get upset, then you'll go away
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| You were here just quest!
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| Empire!
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| Made of sand and glass will become ruins
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| Exile!
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| Not the worst that could happen, cause you're free at last
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| I've started again, and not gonna broken it
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| I'll take your deception and trust in to your throat
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| Might be this damn sure
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| I'll wreck your bones and soul
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| Trample down into your throat!
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| Might be this damn sure
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| I'll wreck your bones and soul
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| And if you want to break me down
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| Break me down
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| Another scar, but still you can't destroy me
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| You'll gonna try it, again and again
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| I'm loosing blood, but my honest and faith here
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| And that's the point, you can't win this game |