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Bloodied Fists and Broken Hands

Jota John

No savior here
No second chance
Same dead eyes
Ready to fight
I am the sin
I am the scar
I burn to prove
This is who we are

Wake up soaked in sweat and dread
War still pounding inside my head
Hell fights hard, yet here I stand
With bloodied fists and broken hands

No gods to save
No kings to fall
Same final breath
I take it all
I am the wound
I am the knife
I die to prove
This is who we are

Wake up soaked in sweat and dread
War still pounding inside my head
Hell fights hard, yet here I stand
With bloodied fists and broken hands

Wake up soaked in sweat and dread
War still pounding inside my head
Hell fights hard, yet here I stand
With bloodied fists and broken hands
Bloodied fists and broken hands
Bloodied fists and broken hands

Wake up
Wake up

Composição: Jota John