Texty: Terror. Keepers Of The Faith. Dead Wrong.

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You can't run from the pain
We're born with strife
There's no way out of the race
You're chasing death
It all slips away
But my will is strong
Hammered down by my hate
They'll cut your throat in the blink of an eye
You got to find a way to keep yourself alive
In this ugly world, there's only one truth
Hold fast to what you love and put your trust in few

This time you're dead fucking wrong
You thought you had me but my will is strong
This time you're dead fucking wrong
You thought you had me but my will is strong

The more I see, the more I believe
I send trouble your way and wish you misery
Keep your worries 'cause I've got my own
All of your bullshit made me strong
You stretch the truth, I drive my hardships away
Unrelenting will, unrelenting

This time you're dead fucking wrong
You thought you had me but my will is strong
I said
This time you're dead fucking wrong
You thought you had me but my will is strong

Unrelenting will

Throw all you've got at me, I'll withstand it all
They want your back up against the wall
Throw all you've got at me, I'll withstand it all
You've got to scratch, you've got to claw

This time you're dead fucking wrong
This time you're dead fucking wrong