Who are you paragon?
How can I trust those ribbons
If I cannot trust a carpenters hands?
Who are you paragon?
How can I trust those ribbons
If I cannot trust a carpenters hands?
Those, those [Incomprehensible]
Those calloused hands
Those hands that I punctured
If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war
If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war
The war
Now we walk and march on and on
We walk and march on and on
And on
I never thought that this journey
Would take me so long
I thought that I would be home by now
The reigning of the wicked
Back down
The reigning of the wicked
The reigning of the wicked
Back down
The reigning of the wicked
The reigning of the

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