LYRIC
Take the throne, from where you're sitting
Back to life repossess
Bare the scars, printed on your fingers
Treat the wounds with your success
Break the mould, use as a weapon
Forget fear, state of mind
I will rise, I will fear nobody
Sit and watch pure massacre unfold
Understand, just who you're facing
Open eyes unforgiving
A conscious misdirection
A misleading connection
No regrets, no time to question
Set the sights, never ending
God himself, yeah he's been watching
No belief, sacrificing
A faded recollection
An unwanted collection
Let this go
Releasing it all
Process of change
Conflict remains
Deep in your brain
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