Verse 1:
We all choose pain
If pleasure becomes ordinary
We all fall into a vicious refrain
If the treasure holds no gold
Verse 2:
We all choose pain
If pleasure seems scarce
We all fall into the chink's of chance's chain
If weight's don't hold and show
Bridge:
The desired measure-to-measure
Chorus:
Refrain, Refrain, Refrain
No work, no pain, no gain
Remain, Remain, Remain
No chains, no pleasure, no more
All what shall, what will await you
So Remain, Refrain, Maintain, to then Gain
No restraint, no measure, always less
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Verse 3:
We all choose pain
If forever is free to fly
We all fall from the rea**uring ride
Of Fortune's spinning wheel
Concealed so it's never seen, but always felt
Verse 4:
So what then is next in store
Is it really so, that we were
That we are the Last In Line
Woe grows out of Wrath
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Other Lines:
1. Her enchanted silk-entwined tether, slackened, cut-loose
2. And so we now ride on Rage's wing's of Fear
3. The sure Harbinger of a searching
4. That holds the guilt and shame of nevermore
5. The stain that poison's our persevering plight, to the very core
Pre-Chorus:
6. Ha! and you can forget about that so-called sacred shrine
7. That those extremists force, in a meddlesome mirth upon the rest of us
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