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No way! I wont believe, your beliefs are false
Twisted by some evil force that is beating me down, down to the ground

Every punch is making me weaker
But I get my strength from within, my soul

And that is my salvation
I will prevail
Salvation

Every punch is making me weaker
But I get my strength from within, my soul

ThereÂ’s no left and right, no right and wrong
Inside your fucked-up mind
You canÂ’t accept the fact that youÂ’re all alone
In this glass world of yours

Breathe, the thin air that you create
Live, the surreal life that you invent
Bleed, the blood that rains when you cut yourself
Die, just fucking die

Breathe, the thin air that you create
Live, the surreal life that you invent
Bleed, the blood that rains when you cut yourself
Die, just fucking die

And that is my salvation
I will prevail
Salvation

Every punch is making me weaker
But I get my strength from within, my soul