Kill me if you want, for I'd rather add to your plunder, then bow to a man who counts the lives he's ended.
The number of jewels on your crown, speak fairy well for themselves. One for every life you've taken.
It won't end this time, I won't give into your crime, and stand for what you've broken.
And I, I'm not giving up the fight.
Go on and take my life, I'll never stop proclaiming your lies.
Cause I, I know too much now! And I'm not willing sit back and watch my people stand for what I couldn't.
Burn it down. Burn it down.
Melt my flesh into the ground,
Break my bones till I fall down.
if you don't stand for something,
Oh you'll fall for everything.
And I, I'm not willing to give that up.
If you fight a good fight,
then you'll know what pain's like,
So you can endure it all.
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