Rumors in the air, never give up. Feet dug in, patiently waiting, hands on guard. I am anxiously waiting for my next fight. Full of scars, countless wounds, I'm not afraid of anything, I carry too many of your marks but I'm still standing strong. Their hidden machines grind our souls, leaving their permanent traces.
Traces on the soul
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Rumors in the air, never surrender. Feet dug in, waiting patiently, hands in guard. Tensely waiting for my next fight. Fully scarred, countless wounds, I'm not afraid of anything, I carry too much of your traces but still I'm firmly standing. Their hidden machines are grinding our soul, leaving their permanent traces.
Traces on the soul

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