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How much fight have you got in you?
How much shit are you willing to wade through?
For the hardest thing is the only thing that you do.
It is a strange kind of fix to need to bang your hands until your fingers bleed.
For the only thing is the hardest thing on you.
I was dreaming the other night,
My heart stopped beating and I woke with a fright.
My eyes were wet, and my throat was tight.
I thought I had died.
I would starve to death or die of thirst
But choking on my failures could only be worse
Than to hang to death by a noose of my own fear.
In the hand of God is a razor blade and across my back He carved out His name.
And I fell down on my knees and begged Him to change me, Please.
I was dreaming the other night,
My heart stopped beating and I woke with a fright.
My eyes were wet, and my throat was tight.
I thought I had died.
So how much fight have you got in you?
How much shit are you willing to wade through?
For the only thing, is the hardest thing you do.