Fortified

[00:01.19] Trying to see, vision unclear
[00:04.13] Distortions persist, we bend and we veer
[00:07.47] Different destination than what was first planned
[00:10.75] Depleted, but hungry, I forge with my hands
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[00:20.20] With my hands
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[00:30.13] Yeah
[00:35.36] Yeah, it presses up, pulling me down
[00:40.68] The rope retains tightly bound
[00:45.86] Self-inflicted fear of the unknown
[00:51.06] Shackles gripping tight, pulled off from the throne
[00:56.31] From the throne
[01:06.37] Hiding from who?
[01:08.23] The glare of the world?
[01:10.10] Is it a glare or a gaze to behold?
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[01:21.67] Don't fucking cower
[01:23.75] Stand your ground
[01:25.53] Stare right back and be proud
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