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Take this weight from off this chest. |
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Crush and kill all that is left. |
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Bend your will unto the task. |
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The hammer falls, it falls. |
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To forge a man that's free from fear. |
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Clothed in hate that's seared for years. |
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I will be the one to outrun fate. |
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And I will die upon my feet. |
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All I need is a good mistake. |
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One more look at the devil's face. |
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Beaten, broken, bruised and blind. |
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One more twisted hulking rhyme. |
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Hammer, scythe and blade and mace. |
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And sands of time, of time. |
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Crushing oceans of regret. |
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Suffocate under the whip. |
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Back now shattered but with hands held high. |
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And I deny, refuse to give what's mine. |
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All I need is a good mistake. |
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One more look at the devil's face. |
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What I need is one more taste. |
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The hammer's fall with a godless grace. |
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Swing the hammer. Bludgeon me. |
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Bruised and battered. Standing free. |
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So relieve me of this life. |
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And the burden of what's right. |
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Break this body, I will still stand tall. |
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And I deny, you will not take what's mine. |
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All I need is a good mistake. |
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One more look at the devil's face. |
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What I need is one more taste. |
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The hammer's fall with a godless grace. |
