It's an adrenaline packed rush when we realize that we have nowhere to go but up and we have previously been dropped down to zero. When life turns us into Spartans and all we see are Persians, the bloodthirst of victory emblazens itself onto our hearts, and we exert that much more vim into every step we take. This song is the Battle of Thermopylae.
My life - On the cutting room floor
My life - Stolen, taken no more
My life - Turning slowly through destiny
Rise above apathy, living unselfishly
Chemical imbalance
Weighed on the scales
Turn in remembrance
Truth is unveiled
Climbing the walls of dissent
Clutching the throat of my weakness
Struggling through all these things that
Make me who I am
My life - On the cutting room floor
My life - Stolen, taken no more
My life - Turning slowly through destiny
Rise above apathy, living unselfishly
Surefire hatred
Worn through oppression
Stubborn corrosion
Anger's obsession
Fighting for reign on my actions
Striving for something to feed
Breaking the barriers 'round me
Till nothing is all that I need
My life - On the cutting room floor
My life - Stolen, taken no more
My life - Turning slowly through destiny
Rise above apathy, living unselfishly
Never surrender myself to remember this day
All that is rendered is all in the end I must pay
All that we take with us is all that gets taken away
Let light intercede with our souls and we needn't abuse ourselves
Never lose ourselves
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