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When someone is pushed too far, all about sweet revenge and rising up against those who try to destroy you

Your bitter words washing over me

From forked tongues trying to corrupt me

I'm storming this battleground

somedays I feel like Hercules

trying to cut off the heads of the hydra

How can you claim to be my friend

when you all you wanna do is destroy me in the end

This is my last stand, I'll arm myself with a steeled mind

and an iron fist

Don't try to escape the revenge that's a long time comin'

Don't try to plead that my eyes have been blind

Singing for those who have been kicked down

Stomped on, walked on, beaten down

What's the point of running

Once a victim, I'll raise my flag covered in blood

or i'll die fighting

Understand the gauntlet thrown down to you

Acknowledge the shit I'm suffering through

Whats the point of talking to you

When ruining me, destroying me

Is the only thing you wanna do

Singing for those who have been kicked down

Stomped on, walked on, beaten down

What's the point of running

Once a victim, I'll raise my flag covered in blood

or i'll die fighting

Windswept wasteland playing host

witnessed by the scavengers who await

the feast of the bodies that remain

Eyes locked and observing

muscles twitching like a predator

eager to strike

Swords drawn and scraping

Fists raining down like hammers

The heat of the fight

Victory comes with lion's pride

For all the times I've been beaten

for all the times you've corrupted and lied

Welcome to the inner darkness of my mind

Singing for those who have been kicked down

Stomped on, walked on, beaten down

What's the point of running

Once a victim, I'll raise my flag covered in blood

or i'll die fighting

The End

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