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When I sitting on my floor behind enemy close the door. I'm not a manowar, but inside me still is a war. I'm looking on my face and don't see my eyes, My life is race and full of fucking lies. Fear! I have weighty reason, keep so far away, Life is a fucking prison! I have been sleeping a many years it seems, Fallen angels at my feet, I'm too lost! Some face it haunt's my once dreams, I'lay dying, I'm ghost! Fear! I have weighty reason... Follow like a many mans before, Follow death and I'm looking for... Fear! I have weighty reason... From Letras Mania