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Some legends are told, ‎Some turn to dust or to gold. ‎In pressure, they thought we'd fold, ‎With all this flame—do you still feel cold? ‎ ‎Your bounty is out on the hunt, ‎They stomp around, their voices blunt. ‎You never guessed it'd be the runt, ‎To make you finally bear the brunt. ‎ ‎Of all your pride and misgivings, ‎Of all the vengeance in blazing buildings. ‎Marble halls, you'll hear them singing, ‎"Justice comes for those who've been sinning." ‎ ‎Snakes in bag bite back the hand— ‎Of those who don't dare to take a stand. ‎Time is ticking like falling sand, ‎A venomous price for a reckless plan. ‎ ‎Rope descends from steel and sky, ‎Snatching the guilty as they cry. ‎But no mercy waits, no alibi— ‎Could ever absolve you of your lies. ‎ ‎On bloody streets, we reap the peace, ‎As liars fall like leaves on trees. ‎We'll go down in history, ‎Remember me for centuries.