Thousands hands pulling me back
Not letting me go
Want to get in my way
I lead against their sick world
You waste your life
You waste your time
Your desire to be blind
Is your choice
There isn’t any way to count
My wounds
My armor is weak, but I’m still on my feet
Stand and fight
fight
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