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Grip so tight, behind tired eyes

Control no more, creator of lies

Start of new flesh

Storm the force on the outside chapel

Tear the skin of an old redemption

Sobriety exists to be torn down

The god of shit

Consequences mean nothing now

You've been made God by your own demand

All in shadow

Take your hands to the weaker ones

Hold back struggle inside

And show them glory

Rising up

Layers breaking

Feel them rise, feel the fight

Like to them I'll beat you now

Like to them... I'll beat you down

I am the only god

The one that counts