Switch off your self control
Tear their world apart
They've been spit on your face
Then make a scar in their lives
You better begin to put a bit of ink in these blanked pages
Escape, refuse, and abominate the weakness of this dying race
Don't let them force you to dig your very grave
Take the ropes, the ropes that guide your fate
The thickness of these walls is getting flatter, flatter, as more as you can thrash them
Tearing their world apart, slaying once for all their dying heart
Don't let them force you to dig your very grave
Take the ropes, the ropes that guide your fate
Put a bullet in the head of those who tried to make you worse
Put a bullet in your head if you believe in their fuckin' words
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Don't let them force you to dig your very grave
Take the ropes, the ropes that guide your fate
Don't let them force you to dig your very grave
Take the ropes, the ropes that guide your fate
