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Text: Throwdown. Day Of The Dog.

Was born alone, a bastard son unto the world
Given a family that called me their own
It gave me something
It gave me something called hope

Twenty years away, a life of opportunity
But emptiness eclipsed the man I should be
Inside was nothing,
I need something to fill the holes
And am I alone?

FUCK NO, Are we alone?
FUCK NO, Do we believe in you?
FUCK NO, Are we below?
And will we ever surrender alive?
FUCK NO

Fuck conformity, a tired gospel for the weak
I'd rather die in pain than live on my knees
I owe you nothing,
we owe you not a Goddamn thing

FUCK NO, Are we alone?
FUCK NO, Do we believe in you?
FUCK NO, Are we below?
And will we ever surrender alive?
FUCK NO

Nobody said this wouldn't end in tears
But I refuse to live a coward's life,
guided, guarded by fear
It won't be long
The dog will have his day and I'll say
FUCK YOU ALL

...Fuck you all

FUCK NO, Are we alone?
FUCK NO, Do we believe in you?
FUCK NO, Are we below?
And will we ever surrender alive?
FUCK NO