remember those who threw the rope into the pit,
you didn't make it on your own,look down and admit,
trust and struggle are one,sharp like nails when come united,
all those sychronized steps were perfect,even frightened,
now the heroes make one step back,
injustice and irony,the dishes of the day,
but you,do not be afraid,their name is the synonyme of comeback,
still if you want to be a brother,
let your pride go down on your knees,
lose your step and pray
remember the guilt,built by scums that teached you to quit every fight,
feeding you with dark and death and rage,yes,the children of the fright,
write these three words on your ticket for the ride to the sun,
feel proud for while being broken,you spit the three words in the mouth of their gun,
now the heroes make one step back,
injustice and irony,the dishes of the day,
but you,do not be afraid,their name is the synonyme of comeback,
still if you want to be a brother,
let your pride go down on your knees,
lose your step and pray
trust the way that everything reflected on your eyes,
while faith was falling from the roof,
a gun with different trigger from their own is the golden key to pride,
even if your tired lungs sigh for the flood
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