Converge
Converge - Fact Leaves Its Ghost lyrics
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I will not be part of your rusting machine, I will not burn as your fuel. You are the one drowning in your conviction. I am not host to them. You call it your right. I call it your weakness. The wound won't clot until the blood stops. it has to stop.
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Language: English
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