Fire & Rage II Lyrics
| Song | Fire & Rage II |
| Artist | Emmanuel Speaks |
| Artist | Richard Maule |
| Album | The Composer LP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Richard Maule/Emmanuel Nwaohai | |
| 作曲 : Richard Maule/Shem Raeburn | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| Give me a date and time and I'll help you picture my frame of mind | |
| 13 I was accustomed to the playground in the palm of my hand | |
| Kicks were custom | |
| There was no law of the land for the ladies man | |
| But flip the script | |
| You're a product of a single mother's insecurities | |
| Moulded by her fears | |
| That facade you brave, is fake | |
| Gassed up and | |
| I see past your shell. | |
| Son | |
| You were born to change the world, | |
| But you're hiding yourself behind the mask the typical class clown. | |
| Loud mouth, | |
| Picky hair | |
| Hard to hold down | |
| Cos Daddy wasn't there | |
| Excuse after excuse | |
| Mum at work by time I woke for school, ironic she never saw her sun-rise | |
| Backpack on my back, note on the table | |
| I'll be home by 9 | |
| And up late she would stay | |
| To make sure that we saw eye to eye | |
| Cross on my pendant still a million miles from heaven | |
| 14 I survived a beating on a 97 | |
| Mistaken identity | |
| Could've easily been me | |
| on the News at 7 | |
| And | |
| By 16 I started Losing friends I considered family | |
| Fell for a girl that couldn't stand with me | |
| Till I was in too deep, said f it all | |
| I mean I just couldn't shake trouble | |
| In the Grange blocks with Courvos’ bottles | |
| Feds circling, its hot boy, you don't shuffle | |
| On my own I learnt the difference between familiarity and family | |
| And that right there was my amnesty | |
| I looked up to older niggas that grew tired | |
| But none of them said I can grow be an older admired | |
| None of them said my passion can sink ships | |
| When you just channel that fire | |
| I've always been motivated but at 17 I found some drive | |
| Cos if life offers you a new beginning, you take it and leap | |
| Make molehills out of mountain peaks | |
| Or get dirt thrown on you before you're 6 feet deep | |
| My hands are weak. | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| 18 in the college atrium I was daydreaming | |
| Chris, Kamaal and Akeem | |
| Said my poems gave em a new feeling | |
| And I found strength exposing my own weaknesses | |
| Side by side with my old demons - no choice but to overcome | |
| My many directions became one | |
| Live while you're young | |
| But mould the man that you'd become | |
| I admittedly weren't ready for the world yet | |
| Student loan weren't enough, I can tell you bout debt | |
| Tell you bout pressure | |
| In my uni room strapping stanzas for depression | |
| The fact I'm even standing is a blessing | |
| I said I could've been mourned on the News at 7. | |
| Before 19, I had performed on the news at 7 | |
| I’ve had to hold my own to grow | |
| No | |
| I don’t boast - it’s the truth | |
| Sink or Swim? I had to choose | |
| At 21 with a 2:1 | |
| 21 with a pen doing 32's just to get free | |
| 21 on a good run | |
| Friends I had at 12 on the school run or shoot guns | |
| I do this for Mum | |
| But Mum doesn't think this can build home | |
| Truth or no, | |
| I dunno | |
| All I know is this is the warm up | |
| Or the home stretch | |
| Christmas 15 shelving New Look genes | |
| By 2017, I was on every shop floor, every screen as compliments of the season | |
| Repeated it Summer 18 | |
| You’ve either heard or you’ve seen | |
| And if you've ever heard my story, | |
| I hope stand for me | |
| And If you don't ... sit down with me | |
| Speak with me | |
| Losing friends is no longer a trend I wish to continue | |
| I'm sorry that I'm still so sinful | |
| But I don't judge a man before I know what he's been through | |
| I left certain things behind to make sure I can handle my business right | |
| They say my future's bright, | |
| I was raised in the darkness but it's about time I that I come for my shine and took a step.. | |
| ..into the light | |
| Out from the shade | |
| Time moves on | |
| Memories fade | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls..My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| Give me a date and time and I'll help you picture my frame of mind | |
| 13 I was accustomed to the playground in the palm of my hand | |
| Kicks were custom | |
| There was no law of the land for the ladies man | |
| But flip the script | |
| You're a product of a single mother's insecurities | |
| Moulded by her fears | |
| That facade you brave, is fake | |
| Gassed up and | |
| I see past your shell. | |
| Son | |
| You were born to change the world, | |
| But you're hiding yourself behind the mask the typical class clown. | |
| Loud mouth, | |
| Picky hair | |
| Hard to hold down | |
| Cos Daddy wasn't there | |
| Excuse after excuse | |
| Mum at work by time I woke for school, ironic she never saw her sun-rise | |
| Backpack on my back, note on the table | |
| I'll be home by 9 | |
| And up late she would stay | |
| To make sure that we saw eye to eye | |
| Cross on my pendant still a million miles from heaven | |
| 14 I survived a beating on a 97 | |
| Mistaken identity | |
| Could've easily been me | |
| on the News at 7 | |
| And | |
| By 16 I started Losing friends I considered family | |
| Fell for a girl that couldn't stand with me | |
| Till I was in too deep, said f it all | |
| I mean I just couldn't shake trouble | |
| In the Grange blocks with Courvos’ bottles | |
| Feds circling, its hot boy, you don't shuffle | |
| On my own I learnt the difference between familiarity and family | |
| And that right there was my amnesty | |
| I looked up to older niggas that grew tired | |
| But none of them said I can grow be an older admired | |
| None of them said my passion can sink ships | |
| When you just channel that fire | |
| I've always been motivated but at 17 I found some drive | |
| Cos if life offers you a new beginning, you take it and leap | |
| Make molehills out of mountain peaks | |
| Or get dirt thrown on you before you're 6 feet deep | |
| My hands are weak. | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| 18 in the college atrium I was daydreaming | |
| Chris, Kamaal and Akeem | |
| Said my poems gave em a new feeling | |
| And I found strength exposing my own weaknesses | |
| Side by side with my old demons - no choice but to overcome | |
| My many directions became one | |
| Live while you're young | |
| But mould the man that you'd become | |
| I admittedly weren't ready for the world yet | |
| Student loan weren't enough, I can tell you bout debt | |
| Tell you bout pressure | |
| In my uni room strapping stanzas for depression | |
| The fact I'm even standing is a blessing | |
| I said I could've been mourned on the News at 7. | |
| Before 19, I had performed on the news at 7 | |
| I’ve had to hold my own to grow | |
| No | |
| I don’t boast - it’s the truth | |
| Sink or Swim? I had to choose | |
| At 21 with a 2:1 | |
| 21 with a pen doing 32's just to get free | |
| 21 on a good run | |
| Friends I had at 12 on the school run or shoot guns | |
| I do this for Mum | |
| But Mum doesn't think this can build home | |
| Truth or no, | |
| I dunno | |
| All I know is this is the warm up | |
| Or the home stretch | |
| Christmas 15 shelving New Look genes | |
| By 2017, I was on every shop floor, every screen as compliments of the season | |
| Repeated it Summer 18 | |
| You’ve either heard or you’ve seen | |
| And if you've ever heard my story, | |
| I hope stand for me | |
| And If you don't ... sit down with me | |
| Speak with me | |
| Losing friends is no longer a trend I wish to continue | |
| I'm sorry that I'm still so sinful | |
| But I don't judge a man before I know what he's been through | |
| I left certain things behind to make sure I can handle my business right | |
| They say my future's bright, | |
| I was raised in the darkness but it's about time I that I come for my shine and took a step.. | |
| ..into the light | |
| Out from the shade | |
| Time moves on | |
| Memories fade | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. |
| zuo ci : Richard Maule Emmanuel Nwaohai | |
| zuo qu : Richard Maule Shem Raeburn | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| Give me a date and time and I' ll help you picture my frame of mind | |
| 13 I was accustomed to the playground in the palm of my hand | |
| Kicks were custom | |
| There was no law of the land for the ladies man | |
| But flip the script | |
| You' re a product of a single mother' s insecurities | |
| Moulded by her fears | |
| That facade you brave, is fake | |
| Gassed up and | |
| I see past your shell. | |
| Son | |
| You were born to change the world, | |
| But you' re hiding yourself behind the mask the typical class clown. | |
| Loud mouth, | |
| Picky hair | |
| Hard to hold down | |
| Cos Daddy wasn' t there | |
| Excuse after excuse | |
| Mum at work by time I woke for school, ironic she never saw her sunrise | |
| Backpack on my back, note on the table | |
| I' ll be home by 9 | |
| And up late she would stay | |
| To make sure that we saw eye to eye | |
| Cross on my pendant still a million miles from heaven | |
| 14 I survived a beating on a 97 | |
| Mistaken identity | |
| Could' ve easily been me | |
| on the News at 7 | |
| And | |
| By 16 I started Losing friends I considered family | |
| Fell for a girl that couldn' t stand with me | |
| Till I was in too deep, said f it all | |
| I mean I just couldn' t shake trouble | |
| In the Grange blocks with Courvos' bottles | |
| Feds circling, its hot boy, you don' t shuffle | |
| On my own I learnt the difference between familiarity and family | |
| And that right there was my amnesty | |
| I looked up to older niggas that grew tired | |
| But none of them said I can grow be an older admired | |
| None of them said my passion can sink ships | |
| When you just channel that fire | |
| I' ve always been motivated but at 17 I found some drive | |
| Cos if life offers you a new beginning, you take it and leap | |
| Make molehills out of mountain peaks | |
| Or get dirt thrown on you before you' re 6 feet deep | |
| My hands are weak. | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| 18 in the college atrium I was daydreaming | |
| Chris, Kamaal and Akeem | |
| Said my poems gave em a new feeling | |
| And I found strength exposing my own weaknesses | |
| Side by side with my old demons no choice but to overcome | |
| My many directions became one | |
| Live while you' re young | |
| But mould the man that you' d become | |
| I admittedly weren' t ready for the world yet | |
| Student loan weren' t enough, I can tell you bout debt | |
| Tell you bout pressure | |
| In my uni room strapping stanzas for depression | |
| The fact I' m even standing is a blessing | |
| I said I could' ve been mourned on the News at 7. | |
| Before 19, I had performed on the news at 7 | |
| I' ve had to hold my own to grow | |
| No | |
| I don' t boast it' s the truth | |
| Sink or Swim? I had to choose | |
| At 21 with a 2: 1 | |
| 21 with a pen doing 32' s just to get free | |
| 21 on a good run | |
| Friends I had at 12 on the school run or shoot guns | |
| I do this for Mum | |
| But Mum doesn' t think this can build home | |
| Truth or no, | |
| I dunno | |
| All I know is this is the warm up | |
| Or the home stretch | |
| Christmas 15 shelving New Look genes | |
| By 2017, I was on every shop floor, every screen as compliments of the season | |
| Repeated it Summer 18 | |
| You' ve either heard or you' ve seen | |
| And if you' ve ever heard my story, | |
| I hope stand for me | |
| And If you don' t ... sit down with me | |
| Speak with me | |
| Losing friends is no longer a trend I wish to continue | |
| I' m sorry that I' m still so sinful | |
| But I don' t judge a man before I know what he' s been through | |
| I left certain things behind to make sure I can handle my business right | |
| They say my future' s bright, | |
| I was raised in the darkness but it' s about time I that I come for my shine and took a step.. | |
| .. into the light | |
| Out from the shade | |
| Time moves on | |
| Memories fade | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| Give me a date and time and I' ll help you picture my frame of mind | |
| 13 I was accustomed to the playground in the palm of my hand | |
| Kicks were custom | |
| There was no law of the land for the ladies man | |
| But flip the script | |
| You' re a product of a single mother' s insecurities | |
| Moulded by her fears | |
| That facade you brave, is fake | |
| Gassed up and | |
| I see past your shell. | |
| Son | |
| You were born to change the world, | |
| But you' re hiding yourself behind the mask the typical class clown. | |
| Loud mouth, | |
| Picky hair | |
| Hard to hold down | |
| Cos Daddy wasn' t there | |
| Excuse after excuse | |
| Mum at work by time I woke for school, ironic she never saw her sunrise | |
| Backpack on my back, note on the table | |
| I' ll be home by 9 | |
| And up late she would stay | |
| To make sure that we saw eye to eye | |
| Cross on my pendant still a million miles from heaven | |
| 14 I survived a beating on a 97 | |
| Mistaken identity | |
| Could' ve easily been me | |
| on the News at 7 | |
| And | |
| By 16 I started Losing friends I considered family | |
| Fell for a girl that couldn' t stand with me | |
| Till I was in too deep, said f it all | |
| I mean I just couldn' t shake trouble | |
| In the Grange blocks with Courvos' bottles | |
| Feds circling, its hot boy, you don' t shuffle | |
| On my own I learnt the difference between familiarity and family | |
| And that right there was my amnesty | |
| I looked up to older niggas that grew tired | |
| But none of them said I can grow be an older admired | |
| None of them said my passion can sink ships | |
| When you just channel that fire | |
| I' ve always been motivated but at 17 I found some drive | |
| Cos if life offers you a new beginning, you take it and leap | |
| Make molehills out of mountain peaks | |
| Or get dirt thrown on you before you' re 6 feet deep | |
| My hands are weak. | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| 18 in the college atrium I was daydreaming | |
| Chris, Kamaal and Akeem | |
| Said my poems gave em a new feeling | |
| And I found strength exposing my own weaknesses | |
| Side by side with my old demons no choice but to overcome | |
| My many directions became one | |
| Live while you' re young | |
| But mould the man that you' d become | |
| I admittedly weren' t ready for the world yet | |
| Student loan weren' t enough, I can tell you bout debt | |
| Tell you bout pressure | |
| In my uni room strapping stanzas for depression | |
| The fact I' m even standing is a blessing | |
| I said I could' ve been mourned on the News at 7. | |
| Before 19, I had performed on the news at 7 | |
| I' ve had to hold my own to grow | |
| No | |
| I don' t boast it' s the truth | |
| Sink or Swim? I had to choose | |
| At 21 with a 2: 1 | |
| 21 with a pen doing 32' s just to get free | |
| 21 on a good run | |
| Friends I had at 12 on the school run or shoot guns | |
| I do this for Mum | |
| But Mum doesn' t think this can build home | |
| Truth or no, | |
| I dunno | |
| All I know is this is the warm up | |
| Or the home stretch | |
| Christmas 15 shelving New Look genes | |
| By 2017, I was on every shop floor, every screen as compliments of the season | |
| Repeated it Summer 18 | |
| You' ve either heard or you' ve seen | |
| And if you' ve ever heard my story, | |
| I hope stand for me | |
| And If you don' t ... sit down with me | |
| Speak with me | |
| Losing friends is no longer a trend I wish to continue | |
| I' m sorry that I' m still so sinful | |
| But I don' t judge a man before I know what he' s been through | |
| I left certain things behind to make sure I can handle my business right | |
| They say my future' s bright, | |
| I was raised in the darkness but it' s about time I that I come for my shine and took a step.. | |
| .. into the light | |
| Out from the shade | |
| Time moves on | |
| Memories fade | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. |
| zuò cí : Richard Maule Emmanuel Nwaohai | |
| zuò qǔ : Richard Maule Shem Raeburn | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| Give me a date and time and I' ll help you picture my frame of mind | |
| 13 I was accustomed to the playground in the palm of my hand | |
| Kicks were custom | |
| There was no law of the land for the ladies man | |
| But flip the script | |
| You' re a product of a single mother' s insecurities | |
| Moulded by her fears | |
| That facade you brave, is fake | |
| Gassed up and | |
| I see past your shell. | |
| Son | |
| You were born to change the world, | |
| But you' re hiding yourself behind the mask the typical class clown. | |
| Loud mouth, | |
| Picky hair | |
| Hard to hold down | |
| Cos Daddy wasn' t there | |
| Excuse after excuse | |
| Mum at work by time I woke for school, ironic she never saw her sunrise | |
| Backpack on my back, note on the table | |
| I' ll be home by 9 | |
| And up late she would stay | |
| To make sure that we saw eye to eye | |
| Cross on my pendant still a million miles from heaven | |
| 14 I survived a beating on a 97 | |
| Mistaken identity | |
| Could' ve easily been me | |
| on the News at 7 | |
| And | |
| By 16 I started Losing friends I considered family | |
| Fell for a girl that couldn' t stand with me | |
| Till I was in too deep, said f it all | |
| I mean I just couldn' t shake trouble | |
| In the Grange blocks with Courvos' bottles | |
| Feds circling, its hot boy, you don' t shuffle | |
| On my own I learnt the difference between familiarity and family | |
| And that right there was my amnesty | |
| I looked up to older niggas that grew tired | |
| But none of them said I can grow be an older admired | |
| None of them said my passion can sink ships | |
| When you just channel that fire | |
| I' ve always been motivated but at 17 I found some drive | |
| Cos if life offers you a new beginning, you take it and leap | |
| Make molehills out of mountain peaks | |
| Or get dirt thrown on you before you' re 6 feet deep | |
| My hands are weak. | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| 18 in the college atrium I was daydreaming | |
| Chris, Kamaal and Akeem | |
| Said my poems gave em a new feeling | |
| And I found strength exposing my own weaknesses | |
| Side by side with my old demons no choice but to overcome | |
| My many directions became one | |
| Live while you' re young | |
| But mould the man that you' d become | |
| I admittedly weren' t ready for the world yet | |
| Student loan weren' t enough, I can tell you bout debt | |
| Tell you bout pressure | |
| In my uni room strapping stanzas for depression | |
| The fact I' m even standing is a blessing | |
| I said I could' ve been mourned on the News at 7. | |
| Before 19, I had performed on the news at 7 | |
| I' ve had to hold my own to grow | |
| No | |
| I don' t boast it' s the truth | |
| Sink or Swim? I had to choose | |
| At 21 with a 2: 1 | |
| 21 with a pen doing 32' s just to get free | |
| 21 on a good run | |
| Friends I had at 12 on the school run or shoot guns | |
| I do this for Mum | |
| But Mum doesn' t think this can build home | |
| Truth or no, | |
| I dunno | |
| All I know is this is the warm up | |
| Or the home stretch | |
| Christmas 15 shelving New Look genes | |
| By 2017, I was on every shop floor, every screen as compliments of the season | |
| Repeated it Summer 18 | |
| You' ve either heard or you' ve seen | |
| And if you' ve ever heard my story, | |
| I hope stand for me | |
| And If you don' t ... sit down with me | |
| Speak with me | |
| Losing friends is no longer a trend I wish to continue | |
| I' m sorry that I' m still so sinful | |
| But I don' t judge a man before I know what he' s been through | |
| I left certain things behind to make sure I can handle my business right | |
| They say my future' s bright, | |
| I was raised in the darkness but it' s about time I that I come for my shine and took a step.. | |
| .. into the light | |
| Out from the shade | |
| Time moves on | |
| Memories fade | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| Give me a date and time and I' ll help you picture my frame of mind | |
| 13 I was accustomed to the playground in the palm of my hand | |
| Kicks were custom | |
| There was no law of the land for the ladies man | |
| But flip the script | |
| You' re a product of a single mother' s insecurities | |
| Moulded by her fears | |
| That facade you brave, is fake | |
| Gassed up and | |
| I see past your shell. | |
| Son | |
| You were born to change the world, | |
| But you' re hiding yourself behind the mask the typical class clown. | |
| Loud mouth, | |
| Picky hair | |
| Hard to hold down | |
| Cos Daddy wasn' t there | |
| Excuse after excuse | |
| Mum at work by time I woke for school, ironic she never saw her sunrise | |
| Backpack on my back, note on the table | |
| I' ll be home by 9 | |
| And up late she would stay | |
| To make sure that we saw eye to eye | |
| Cross on my pendant still a million miles from heaven | |
| 14 I survived a beating on a 97 | |
| Mistaken identity | |
| Could' ve easily been me | |
| on the News at 7 | |
| And | |
| By 16 I started Losing friends I considered family | |
| Fell for a girl that couldn' t stand with me | |
| Till I was in too deep, said f it all | |
| I mean I just couldn' t shake trouble | |
| In the Grange blocks with Courvos' bottles | |
| Feds circling, its hot boy, you don' t shuffle | |
| On my own I learnt the difference between familiarity and family | |
| And that right there was my amnesty | |
| I looked up to older niggas that grew tired | |
| But none of them said I can grow be an older admired | |
| None of them said my passion can sink ships | |
| When you just channel that fire | |
| I' ve always been motivated but at 17 I found some drive | |
| Cos if life offers you a new beginning, you take it and leap | |
| Make molehills out of mountain peaks | |
| Or get dirt thrown on you before you' re 6 feet deep | |
| My hands are weak. | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. | |
| 18 in the college atrium I was daydreaming | |
| Chris, Kamaal and Akeem | |
| Said my poems gave em a new feeling | |
| And I found strength exposing my own weaknesses | |
| Side by side with my old demons no choice but to overcome | |
| My many directions became one | |
| Live while you' re young | |
| But mould the man that you' d become | |
| I admittedly weren' t ready for the world yet | |
| Student loan weren' t enough, I can tell you bout debt | |
| Tell you bout pressure | |
| In my uni room strapping stanzas for depression | |
| The fact I' m even standing is a blessing | |
| I said I could' ve been mourned on the News at 7. | |
| Before 19, I had performed on the news at 7 | |
| I' ve had to hold my own to grow | |
| No | |
| I don' t boast it' s the truth | |
| Sink or Swim? I had to choose | |
| At 21 with a 2: 1 | |
| 21 with a pen doing 32' s just to get free | |
| 21 on a good run | |
| Friends I had at 12 on the school run or shoot guns | |
| I do this for Mum | |
| But Mum doesn' t think this can build home | |
| Truth or no, | |
| I dunno | |
| All I know is this is the warm up | |
| Or the home stretch | |
| Christmas 15 shelving New Look genes | |
| By 2017, I was on every shop floor, every screen as compliments of the season | |
| Repeated it Summer 18 | |
| You' ve either heard or you' ve seen | |
| And if you' ve ever heard my story, | |
| I hope stand for me | |
| And If you don' t ... sit down with me | |
| Speak with me | |
| Losing friends is no longer a trend I wish to continue | |
| I' m sorry that I' m still so sinful | |
| But I don' t judge a man before I know what he' s been through | |
| I left certain things behind to make sure I can handle my business right | |
| They say my future' s bright, | |
| I was raised in the darkness but it' s about time I that I come for my shine and took a step.. | |
| .. into the light | |
| Out from the shade | |
| Time moves on | |
| Memories fade | |
| My hands are weak | |
| Heavy heart | |
| All that fire... | |
| My hands are weak | |
| All that rage | |
| Slowly falls.. |
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