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The kneecaps are stolen
Im forever bound to a CHAAAAIR!
The knee caps are stolen.
Memories broken
The truth goes unspoken
I've even forgotten my name----
I don't know the season
Or what is the reason
I'm standing here holding my blade----
A desolate place
Without any trace
It's only the cold wind I feel
It's me that I spite
As I stand up and fight
The only thing I know for real
There will be blood---shed---
The man in the mirror nods his head
The only one-left
Will ride upon the dragon's back
Because the mountains don't-give back-what they take.
Oh no!
There will be blood-shed
It's the only thing I've ever known
Losing my identity
Wondering if I've gone insane
To find the truth in front of me
I must find this mountain range
Looking to and from this deadly height
Not even realizing why I fight------