Blood of all you had to lose

I can feel your fear and weakness
I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes
Carved into a corner hopeless
There's death ahead and doom behind

There's a bad storm blowing in
And most of us won't make it
The wreckage of your past
Means nothing now, forsake it

The memories cripple you
You're torn apart, your doubt must
Die

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It only fell apart
'Cause you let it
Blood of all you had to lose
Pick up the pieces with your broken
Hands

Well there's those that do
And those that just do talking
We're all going through [bad word] 
It's burn or keep on walking

The blackguards sing their shanty
Pure death riding the wind
Right now it's do or die
How will you choose to live?

The memories [bad word] you
You're torn apart your doubt must
Die

 [bad word] 

You best belay self-pity
Locked in devastation's throes
The noose awaits you swinging
blade of malice cuts the rope

Hostility ensues,
No attempt to repent
Your [bad word] vindicate the illest of intent
Die

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