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Under submission for a long time |
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For a thousand years |
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My soul is starting to rot |
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My work is done here |
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I've shed my share of blood, sweat and tears |
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I'm leaving this melting pot |
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You come to stop me |
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To convince me that I can't escape |
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I'm tired of being your rat |
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Armoured with reasons, threats and lies |
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But it is much too late |
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I'm about to unleash my wrath |
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I won't accept this life |
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A victim of your oppression |
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To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side |
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Never be your fucking puppet |
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I've tasted your fist |
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And felt your whip burning on my skin |
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I have dealt with the pain |
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The more you hit the more you feed |
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The anger boiling within |
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Your failure I will sustain |
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I've been your workhorse |
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And now it's time for this horse to kick your head |
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I'm pounding my way out |
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So step aside, get out of my way |
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If not you'll end up dead |
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Or at least know what true pain is about |
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I won't accept this life |
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A victim of your oppression |
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To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side |
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Never be your puppet on a string |
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I won't accept this life |
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And fall into a dark depression |
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To be a slave, cast in chains, always forced to hide |
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Buried under bricks of guilt |
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I have tasted your fist |
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I have dealt with the pain |
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Rip my back with your whip |
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The pain is my gain |
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I won't accept this life |
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A victim of your oppression |
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To be enslaved and sell my soul to the other side |
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Never be your puppet on a string |
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I won't accept this life |
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And fall into a dark depression |
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To be a slave, cast in chains, always forced to hide |
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Buried under bricks of guilt |