Spartacus

When strength spills out with bloodshed, markings of heroism manifest in red.

But if my honour may cease, then maybe it's worth the pain.

Because when pain chooses to renounce, heroes swiftly transform into psychopaths.

Which is why it takes refuge in greedy egos like mine.

Because when fortune favours the bold, I will gladly become that bold.

Among the thorny rose bushes, I want to pluck my fingertips and watch them bleed out their weaknesses.

Purify me of my shortcomings As I scream to the heavens. And feel the power surge like lightning Through my narrowest capillaries My sighs of relief echo in between my screams of pain

And if it means I have to choke on my own pride Then let the oxygen escape my lungs

For my ego will get which what she demands. A noble heart, a brave knight, a hero, a martyr

A beacon of strength fuelled by greed I want to fight I want to bleed

And if they ever find us And if they ever chase us Let me be the fallen soldier Let me be a Spartacus

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