| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 95% | Born to stand against the wind, to struggle on my own. Against the countless masses, I will fight until I'm gone. Blackened, betrayed the chart, forgotten and alone. He thousand likes the face, and I will bow to none. They hate me for all I am, unsubdued and free. With cunning, stealth and might, I will not kneel. | ▶️ |
| 95% | Born to stand against the wind, to struggle on my own. Against the countless masses, I will fight until I'm gone. Blackened, betrayed the chart, forgotten and alone. He thousand likes the face, and I will bow to none. They hate me for all I am, unsubdued and free. With cunning, stealth and might, I will not kneel. | ▶️ |
