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Blood On Stone
(Bolder)
His blood's on stone
It's running down the frozen wall
His hand's so cold
He's trying not to fall
Oh will he make it now
One slip and he's lost
It's his last chance for freedom
It's all that he's got
He feels good, so right
Hot sweat on a cold night
Breaking free into the wind
He's got nothing to lose - just win
He's just a runaway
He's free now and on his way
He's almost home
Just one push and he'll take this wall
It's blood on stone
From trying not to fall
He's made it now to
Where others have not
Just one last jump to freedom
Is all that he has got
(Box Lanzon)
In the court of kings I look around
My blood runs cold, I close my eyes
Out of my head a vision flows
I'll make the rules I need for my survival, for my survival
I pull the strings, you take the glory
I load the gun, you shoot me down
I'm on the edge, about to fall
Destructive power will make you lose your mind, lose your mind
Trapped inside my nightmare you are there
As I turn I feel your evil stare
We give our life, invest in time
To only fools who take control
I spend another cold day in hell
Against the odds, I fight for my survival, for my survival
Your useless life gets crushed into the ground
The time has come to turn it all around
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