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Unconquered. |
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Life is born of agony's strain |
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Manifested in suffering |
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Most live crippled by fear, |
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I'd rather walk it off on bloody stumps until I've bled dry |
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Yeah, we're all gonna die. |
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You brand it a crisisI name it an honour |
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To face what arises |
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To remain unconquered. |
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All the worst that I feared has come to pass |
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And despair is in an endless supply |
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I dug my way to bottom of the bloody truth |
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Buried beneath a spotless lie |
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I'm sworn to stay the course that I alone have chosen |
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Because we're all gonna die. |
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I'm cauterizedI'm cauterized |
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I'm gonna heat the blade |
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Unconquered. |
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I'm gonna ride this pain. |
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Unconquered. |
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Life's a fatal disease without a curebut as it kills me |
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I'll stare right in it's eye. |
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There's no way out |
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I'm sworn to stay the course that I alone have chosen |
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So how will you die? |
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You brand it a crisisI name it an honour |
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To face what arises |
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To remain unconquered. |
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There's no way out. |
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There's no way out. |
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Unconquered. |
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There's no way out. |
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There's no way out. |
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Unconquered. |
