leave the ring that spit on his face
and blitz tear apart his pride
the wounds seems can't heal
by time
he watch the empty cup
remember when the pride day
and now the world leave him alone
in madness and hate
but its aint over till is over
there is always a hope
though is hard to reach
dont let the world smack you
rise above hate
run into the typoon
baptism by fire
and get the world again
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