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Fact Leaves Its Ghost - Converge
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Fact Leaves Its Ghost Converge

Fact Leaves Its Ghost - Converge
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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