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| Your weakness is numbing my brian A lack of love for my life means more than pain So erase those weak commitmeants No choice, no was I'm acquitted You'd better built another cross to hang another life Me immeasurable gain is your loss So now run from the sights Disease infects the paths to birthrights Martyrs, not popular charts Consequence rules the sects of mine Hindsight throws the minds to past lives Death is all around me But now I'd rather die than follow mediocrity Disown my flesh, no loopholes to gain Strain on my face sustained Devotion, not a false witness Wake up and smell the ashes Martyrs, not popular charts Run with the rest of the masses... I choose to stand |
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