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Texty: Dry Kill Logic. 4039.

The chaos is forced to make revenge
When it takes what it wants with no regret
And leaves no chance for redemption
To wash away the sins, never forgiven the past mistakes
Never forget the damage done, deeper
The rest have come to stare and that's when you realize
You slowly realize the worst has yet to find you
I will be right behind you, I don't need anything
I don't need anything, with nothing left to save you
I will be right behind you, I don't need anything
I don't need anything at all, the fallen have began to rise again
You follow when no one's a leader
The punishment fits the crime, you give what you get
The betrayal will leave you paralyzed

And fighting to return the favor when so few compromise
And that's when you realize, you slowly realize
You fight it harder as it draws closer, you know it's stronger
And then it's over, the reasons still seem so unclear
Tell me why I'm here fighting this same old fear
And you find it harder as it draws closer
You know it's stronger and then it's over