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• Artiste: Neal Morse
• Titre: Confrontation
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He told me all I'd done That I desired to be praised That I was filled with selfish pride And death would be my wage I told him he was right I did deserve the grave But the Prince, the One I serve He's strong enough to save How can you think you're loved after the things you've done? You are a poor excuse and not a favored son You are surely too far gone Just give it up today I am the great powerful one Give it up, my son If you take me on Even God can't save you now You gotta, you gotta You gotta go back to the City of Destruction This clearly is your fate You gotta go back to the City of Destruction Your destiny awaits You gotta go back to the City of Destruction Don't wait another day You gotta go back to the City of Destruction There is no other way I will spill you I will kill you This is where your search has come to Out of my way You are my prey Come at me and you will surely die Die! You are empty You don't tempt me You are out but I've got plenty You are bleeding Not succeeding I am ever reaching for the sky Die!