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(feat. Kayla Howran & Ron Jarzombek) |
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from the unrelenting beat of a pounding drum |
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(come anew) |
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from the seizing breast of a wicked beast |
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(we survive) |
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in the hallowed marriage of sound and revolt |
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(come anew) |
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to the hollowed, disparaged, shed and molt, overdue! |
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splintering fingers, gore strewn across each hand |
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(sinking stone [x2]) |
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splintering fingers, gore strewn across each hand |
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(sinking stone [x2]) |
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pray for a way out of here |
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pray for a way |
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no animal in all the kingdom shall ever strike me down |
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a coward in his finest moment |
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heavy is the head that wears the crown, c'mon! |
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be swift and painless, not a glancing blow right to the back of the head |
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to the back of the head |
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be swift and painless, not a glancing blow |
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(sinking stone [x2]) |
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pray for a way out of here |
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pray for a way |
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a long, slow pull on the briar |
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ready, aim, |
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when the fire burns, callusing |
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topping off the urns, a sound remains |
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look to the actor in the heavy armor, his metal shakes |
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listen well to the deafening clamor whimpering makes |
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look now to the unassuming, unwavering |
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standing before the heavens, screaming |
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bring on the storm |
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bring on the storm, bring on the rain |
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bring on the jesters and bring on the pain |
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bring on the storm, bring on the rain |
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bring on the jesters and bring on the pain |
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the seed is planted, let the roots reach far and wide, and let it grow tall |
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let the rings remain intact on the inside |
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and though the autumn brings a fall of leaves |
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let it grow tall |
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(we come anew [x3]) |
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the seed is planted, let the roots reach far and wide, and let it grow tall |
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let the rings remain intact on the inside |
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and though the autumn brings a fall of leaves |
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let it grow tall |
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(we come anew [x3]) |
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look now to the unassuming, unwavering |
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standing before the heavens, screaming |
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bring on the storm [x2] |
