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Bells rung Sent the mail up high to the sky home that I fell from Bail us out the bond, mask over my eyes just like a welder Tailspun outta binds, baptized in the fires of flaw and failures I tried to tell ya You never gon' get a rise out of a real one Tough like rye or spelt, Orion-sized heavyweight titles on the belt, son Flying in on the wide eye of the maelstrom, wild side that I hail from I see you ain't moved in a while Ain't gon' lie, you probably should get your sails up Time will tell who the hell won Promise I don't know who assailed ya Bear cubs, head hunt, voilà, they probably do it for breadcrumbs Providing shelter (Shelter) Dug well enough to find us some kind of wealth (Yeah) Mining through myself, gumboots The bottom started to melt some, I felt stuck Steel-cut knives showing the shield love Spill blood From this action We see the priest's responsibility towards the congregation as towards the gods Sta- From Letras Mania