Labors of commitment Blood of his arms A growing sense of duty But in his song hes screaming out Insuficient - he just falls further Behind Principles, purpose, tradition, time Weigh heavy on this guilty Mind Wits astray Blind in rage, awar hell wage on grieving Another no one hanging from the ceiling Because only the extreme makes an impression When drowning in the mainstream One at the mercy of anothers faith finally answers to no one in his fall from grace They say they love himbut how could they ever Miles above himthey ask for repent It doesnt matter what you want from me Dont think there is worth in my apology Because people never really change You and I wi will always be the same and its a problem that we can not mend Because it happened once it wi will happen again Because they plant their seeds of condition Until we have no choice, we lose conviction wits astray Blind in rage a war hell wage on grieving Another no one blows his head off Because only the extreme makes an impression When drowning in the mainstream no one
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