what they made us

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born sick, full of sin, demon cursed and hell bound

still we rose, beautiful and headstrong and singing

still they tried to tear us down but we fell down laughing

you may take everything from me, rip them out of my outstretched hands

but you can not and will never take my dignity

weak and vulnerable they say, and unable to protect myself

but the man that protects me is...

EARTH, hear the ground rumble at his growl

AIR, manifesting like a motherfucker to save me

WATER, his tears gathered up into monsoons to make you drown

FIRE, watching you burn, every time this goes

we were born to do this

everyone on earth will gather against you, because we are protecting what's ours

one day you will wake up to see yourself alone,

all your magic tricks dissipated to dust

and i'll be behind you, coming in for the kill with my obsidian sword

and demons will bathe in your blood

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