The damage I've wrought, the death that I've brought, the pain I support
All makes a sordid mirth of my good intentions
For every yes a thousand nos and for every dam
That I tried to built there is a promise of flooding
And a memory of the ocean
Once I thought it for the best
To never, ever give up and I still do
Think it for the best
To never, ever give up
Hopelessly so, for every good reason
Just sounds like a bad excuse
Oh, I've grown weary of saying no, but friends it's all I've had
Only nails in flesh, nails in wood, a crown made of barbed wire
Still at the end of the day all that remains is bitter shame
Of having survived by compromise as others die
Bitter shame
Once I thought it for the best
to never, ever give up and I still do
think it for the best
to never, ever give up, give up, give up.
I hope I die before the day
when I have to give up, give up, give up, give up.
If you choose the burder
Is it still a burden
Even if it takes your life?
The fool and the martyr
Are bred of the same soil
Who can tell us apart?

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