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A game of chance, another way,
Left with false hope and disarray.
A broken shadow.
Retribution: its purest form,
Retaliation: a bleeding sore,
Condemnation.
I won’t wait to take,
I won’t wait to take my chance.
I don’t know just what it means,
A consequence brings you to your knees,
Left with all I could have been,
I should have been.
Trapped inside this cage, you have...
Consideration for no-one else,
Pushed to the limit and left to burn.
I can’t abide the way you’ve changed.
I won’t wait to take,
I won’t wait to take my chance.
I don’t know just what it means,
A consequence brings you to your knees,
Left with all I could have been,
I should have been.