Grace, pride, tell me whats your name
Crippled will with tomorrows pill
And I feel no pain bit I can't remember
Whose to blame...
This is not my home
This is not my home
But the source was always known
My Grain
I beg you steal, do you show me your signs of a sin
Blistered and torn by the pure and reborn
But there he just like up and remember
Man, they cave in..
This is not my home
This is not my home
But the source was always known
My Grain
This is not my home
This is not my home
But the source was always known
My Grain
War stone, do you write your name in trust
Word to the wise my instincts rise
All your heros are gone and the proud
Ones have turned to dust... seven dust
You can kill my pride but my heads still flying
My Grain
My Grain
My Grain
Migrane
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