Flat line, a breath away
I was born with one foot in the grave
Been to hell and back
Dealt a real bad hand, but I'll live with that
I've learned to face my darkness
Now I embrace my doubt
Don't go and plan my funeral
Don't go and count me out
Don't go and count me out
Living on a razor's edge
Danced with demons, tasted death
I've lost wars inside my head
But hallelujah, I'm not dead
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So if you're black and blue
And feeling so abused
No it don't make you damaged
It makes you living proof
That you are so much more
Than all this hell you've known
Remember this:
What doesn't kill you is what builds your throne