To prove my own existence Not just breathing but alive Repentance taking place inside my head Price of my remission Shed blood and retaliate Repression of my rage I have denied Devoid of emotions Senseless and dead inside Final retribution on it'way No hope of revival Salvation of a kind No irresolution It's my will, it's my way Mark my words Every accepted failure and fault Will turn you weak and hollow
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