| Fire in the Land of Endless Rain |
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| I’m not enough, I’m losing hope |
| I hit my knees and bow down to the god of dope |
| I’m bleeding out, I sold my wings |
| I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing |
| Sick of it |
| My horns are out, I gored the Host |
| And to the hoofen ones I rise and make this toast |
| I’ve given up, no one to blame |
| I’m making fire in the land of endless rain |
| Sick of it |
