I took a walk last night through the valley of death
And I saw no evil but the fear that I reflect
There's a war going on inside, nobody's safe from
You can run, but you can't hide
When it's your soul you must confront
My victory was
My victory was
Ripped, ripped, ripped from the heart of darkness
Torn, torn from the torment of the soul
I saw myself so broken that I struggled to reconcile
The one I was with the one in my mind's eye
I picked my bones from the floor and built piece by piece
Fed the fire in my belly into an inferno I must release
My victory was
My victory was
My victory was
Ripped, ripped, ripped from the heart of darkness
Torn, torn from the torment of the soul
Ripped, ripped, ripped from the heart of darkness
Torn, torn from the torment of the soul
There's a hurricane hiding in the butterflies' wings
And a songbird singing from a cage she can't release
There's a river of bad blood flooding the bridge
And a cold hard truth that won't relent beneath my fists
Fury, fury be my victory
Fury, fury be my victory
Fury, fury be my victory
Fury, fury be my victory
You raise your rage
Fury, fury be my victory
From the heart of the darkness
Ripped, ripped, ripped from the heart of darkness
Torn, torn from the torment of the soul
Ripped from the heart of darkness
Torn from the torment of the soul
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Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
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