| Each bruise a badge, each scar tells a tale
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| Memories of unbroken will
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| Never approaching my final descent
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| Never regretting the years I spent
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| Pull back the skin, expose the bones
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| The quest for vengeance all I’ve ever known
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| The backlash, I’ve made my mark, guilty as charged
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| I’ve given everything that I could; |
| every ounce of sweat, every ounce of blood
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| that runs through my veins, it’s worth all the pain
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| Not seeking praise
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| Sincerity can be measured by the blood that runs down my face
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| Now, crawling out, under the darkest of clouds
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| I felt my heart start caving in at the thought of leaving everything
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| This, is the spark, to reignite the dying fire
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| Been stripped and scorned, but I won’t mourn
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| No end in sight to my desire
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| Forever, scream for the world to hear always
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| And I’ll never be caught living through memories
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| This is the spark to reignite the fire
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| No end in sight to my desire
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| But innocence was feigned, and led astray
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| No one leaves unscathed
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| Each bruise a badge, each scar tells a tale
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| Memories of unbroken will
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| Given all I could
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| Every ounce of blood that runs through my veins
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| It’s worth all the pain
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| No one leaves unscathed |