Leave It All Behind

Betraying The Martyrs

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    Leave it all behind!
    Now can be your time,
    Leave it all behind
    Everyway they molded you,
    Everything they told you that
    You have to be!

    How their words cut through
    How their fists broke your mind
    If they could see you now!
    Human life, you're wasting it all away!

    Break through these invisible walls
    Those who we have grown up around
    Have grown roots to the place
    Where they think they need to exist

    Never leave, never speak, never open your eyes
    To a world with open arms!

    You are the weak!

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    You are the weak, you are the wasteful
    Don't scream my name from the depths of hell
    Your cries shall be ignored!

    Never leave, never speak, never open your eyes to this
    World
    Never leave, never speak, to this world with open arms
    Just live your own way, your own life, and never open
    Your eyes
    Never leave, never speak, leave it all behind!

    What will you do?
    At the end of your day, if presented with a tapestry of
    Your life
    The very fabric consisting of nothingness, you've
    Wasted it all away!
    We're all given one chance, one chance to make a chance
    One chance to make a footprint!

    Sit back, eat away your days!

    Never leave, never speak, never open your eyes to this
    World
    Never leave, never speak, to this world with open arms
    Just live your own way, your own life, and never open
    Your eyes
    Never leave, never speak. . .

    You are the weak the wasteful
    Just don't scream my name, from the depths of hell
    As your idol hands reach for help!

    I am the walker!
    We're the example we are the ones that carve with grace
    When you look back be it not my face
    You will see but blackness, nothing to show
    Nothing to show!

    We are the roads, you are the broken bridge
    We'll be the hunter, you'll be the sacrilege
    We are the sun, you are the stormy skies
    We are the beauty, and you are sand in your own eyes!

    You are the weak the wasteful
    Just don't scream my name, from the depths of hell
    As your idol hands reach for help!

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    Composición: Aaron Matts

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