| Fight 'til your fists bleed baby.
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| Beat the fate walls enclosing you maybe
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| God will unlock the cage of learning for you.
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| Fight 'til your fists bleed baby.
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| Kick and scream at the wicked things maybe
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| God will unlock the door you need to walk through.
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| When will it happen baby?
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| It could be near but then maybe it could be far.
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| Here we are in the waiting room of the world.
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| We will wait until you call our name out loud,
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| In the waiting room of the world.
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| We will wait until you call our name out loud.
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| And the battle will never end well.
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| You can’t marry our heaven to your hell.
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| We, Prolific, and you, the Devourer, need to see
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| Some things are sacred, baby.
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| Why have you gone and trampled them lately?
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| I guess it’s just all a part of your way.
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| You should be ashamed. |