Oh he got poison in his lungs
And it will become undone
Some sort of freak that feels no pain
Walk through fire like it feels like rainSo come on and hold on to that firm belief
That your soul is a'fire
And forget your, your petty crimes now
Hold firm as the raging sea beats at your door
Stay there 'till you can't, you can't take no more nowAnd the cold sea running through your veins
You killed the bitter land to roll her away
Oh, is this real or did you fabricate
Oh, you cut the vine like it's the under deadSo make sure you hold on to that firm belief
That your soul is a'fire and forget your petty crimes (yeah)
Why don't you hold on as the sea beats down
And you're on the floor and you
Find it's so it's gon' crashing down
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