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You rise.
You fall.
You’rE down, then you rise again.
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
Through black days
Through black nights
Through pitch black insides
Breaking your teeth on the hard life comin’.
Show your scars.
Cutting your feet on the hard earth runnin’.
Show your scars.
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard.
The dawn,
The death,
The fight to the final breath.
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
Dawn, death, fight, final breath.
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
Dawn, death, fight, final breath.
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
They scratch me
They scrape me
They cut and rape me
Breaking your teeth on the hard life comin’.
Show your scars.
Cutting your feet on the hard earth runnin’.
Show your scars.
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
But We Die Hard
Breaking your teeth on the hard life comin’.
Show your scars.
Cutting your feet on the hard earth runnin’.
Show your scars.
Bleeding your soul in a hard luck story.
Show your scars.
Spilling your blood in the hot sun’s glory.
Show your scars.
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
We Die Hard.
The Day That Never Comes
Born to push you around
Better just stay down.
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground.
Mouth so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes.
Just keep them closed
keep praying
Just keep waiting
Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the son shine never comes.
No, the son shine never comes.
Push you cross that line,
Just stay down this time.
Hide in yourself
Crawl in yourself
You’ll have your time.
God I’ll make them pay
Take it back one day.
I’ll end this day.
I’ll splatter color on this gray.
Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the son shine never comes.
LOVE… is a four letter word,
and never spoken here.
LOVE… is a four letter word,
here in this prison.
I suffer this no longer,
I’ll put an end to this, I swear.
This, I swear. The son will shine.
This, I swear,
This, I swear,
This, I swear!
All Nightmare Long
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