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(Hess / Lesperance) Dug up buried old beliefs Thought dead They're one year older Forgiving flowers up your sleeve Just wilt away forever Wanted to warn you Your God went and left you The stars aren't aligned to Ever give you time To reload The bullets you hold You'll pay with your soul Time to reload The weight of power to defeat Still resting on your shoulders Now you grovel on your knees The damage here ain't over From Letras Mania