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Who do you think that you are huh?
We are not running away no!
We are not playing it safe
If you’re scared, then you’re just in the way
This is a chance that we gotta take
So we chase after it
And we see the throne, and that’s something that we had to get
Who are you to think that you could stop me?
Probably never in your lifetime
I’ll throw a lifeline
Never mind I’m a keep on grinding
This treasure is something I keep on finding
Within myself, so I gotta keep going now
You can never slow me down
Challenge accepted

You can’t slow me down
Challenge accepted
You can’t slow me down
Challenge accepted
You can’t slow me down
Challenge accepted
You can’t slow me down
Challenge accepted
You can’t slow me down
Challenge accepted
I gotta make it
Challenge accepted.
I gotta make it.
I gotta make it
Challenge accepted.
I gotta make it.
You can’t slow me down
Challenge accepted

A step away from hell, in dark times, they're still scamming
Selling tickets for heaven, renting Noah's ark cabins
But their ship will sink in the abyss
They still get hard on the weight of their wallets
It's absurd, they can fill their pockets; the paper will burn
It's time to accept their system's defeat
Profit is obsolete


All those years
Barking at them, announcing mayhem, begging them to stop
Knees deep in shit they'll say that on the water they shall walk
They've kneeled their whole life

It won't be hard for them to crawl
But fuck them all, they've sold their fucking souls
Still pictured as prophets, still worshiped as gods
From ashes to ashes, from lust to disgust

Witness the bursting of the human bubble
End of the great, death of the simple
Witness the bursting of the human bubble
Absurdity leads the human struggle
Fuck this shit

Thank the elders for their way of life

Thank the leaders for their foresight

Thank the leaders for their foresight

Thank the past for the lost fight

Progress could only be ahead
Pushing forward over the cliff's fucking edge
Now they're flying, alive but already dead
Already shattered corpses on the stony bay

They can beg, whine, pray

Even the foam won't wash their hands clean
They can beg, whine, pray

Because tonight the shepherds

Die amongst their sheeps

They'll fucking beg
Die amongst their sheeps, they'll fucking beg