When we're beaten battered and have given it our all?
Why is it that we hit that wall?
Fearing for our lives we take off running
We escape one fate only to and think ourselves oh so cunning
But we can never stop what is coming
All our lives devoured, lost in that thing's maw
Light fading, air thinning, praying to find it's flaw
head pounding screams gone quiet, a heart that may never thaw
what salvation is there to be had?
When your damnation armors you, ironclad
What holy war can be fought with a god gone mad?
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