TYPECAST LYRICS

"Out Comes The Brave"

Collapsing
The passion weakened the senses
Probing my mind to prove I am wrong
Wrong

Dying is an option
I wish someday I realize that I make my own fate
And this one question I can't get it right
Am I always wrong?
Wrong

Weak body surrounded by bold words
Destroying me, destroying me, dishonesty

Thanks to Minoru for these lyrics

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