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Created on: November 17, 2007
WHAT WORTH?
VERSE 1
we all have done the rituals
gone through it and back
we all have moved on
we all have beaten the challenge
when is your own ritual
going to end
[will it ever end]
CHORUS
we have been through
hard rituals just to make it
just to be someone
that we should be
but we have sailed through
we have made it
is that all you really is worth
[a mere valueless ritual]
BRIDGE
have a ritual that makes sense
get over it
if you can
be real
feel alive
it has no worth in it.
VERSE 2
we all have made our rituals
and have risen well
we have all made it up
to each other
where it counts the most
where it should be done
[when is yours going to end]
CHORUS + BRIDGE
VOCAL INSTRUMENTAL
you didn't fall by my sword
you must have fallen by yours
Free yourself if you can
Find the freedom
That is yours and stay there
You have fallen and will keep falling
For it is because you have no need
for a ritual in the first place
your background has no need for it
it has no need to look good
it has no value
no element of beauty in it
forget the ritual
do what you want to do
go home and stay there.
REFRAIN
is that all you really is worth
[a mere valueless ritual]
have a ritual that makes sense
get over it
if you can
be real
feel alive
it has no worth in it.
[without me its worth nothing]
[you have no worth]
[you are a nobody]
Let me show you want it really is like
[to ruin another]
[to humiliate another]
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