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I don't need complacency now, it's such a bore
Waiting not living, regrets they keep building
Itching and clawing at my front door

Life, breathing life
Into you
Life, breathing life
Life, breathing life
Into you
Life, breathing life

What would be more obscene than
Your vengeful mind
To sit and resent in perfect contempt
Telling yourself that you'll be fine

Life, breathing life
Into you
Life, breathing life
Life, breathing life
Into you
Life, breathing life

From the fires ashes
A new life will emerge
And all that hate we pass through
A leader will emerge

Life, breathing life
Into you
Life, breathing life
Life, breathing life
Into you
Life, breathing life