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We're not goin' to the belly of the beast With straight staccato we'll shake it till it bleeds We're not goin' We'll force his hand right where we stand We're not goin' to the belly of the beast It may be wrong but we refuse to just retreat We're not goin' We'll force his hand right where we stand Above the peaks and the pastures A phoenix and a fault line Hear the strumming of the captured Amidst the cliffs and the fractures A phoenix and a fault line Hear the drumming of disaster And as the shoreline subsided, the mountains divided They're burning their bodies for miles Down through the caves and the caverns, the fault lines would guide us Our bodies collided for miles From Letras Mania