there is a place we know
it keeps treasures we demand
we made haste to come
but we've only come this far
we've been crying and screaming
fighting and dreaming
kissing the walls with our eyes
to see whats inside
we try to get in
but someones blocking the way
clenched fists that strike him
but we feel blood in our face
we try to get in
but someone's blocking the way
we will keep fighting
until we see
we are the warden
we are the warden
we are the warden
we face only ourselves, only ourselves
we are the hand that's pushing us back
we own the eye that's black from the fist we'll throw next
we are the battle
we are the ring
we are the battle
we are the ones watching
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