When I look to the horizon I see in plain view, The cutting energy, the difference between me and you. Oh how it aches to be free, to give up this habit called a home; The anchoring into actuality, no expression to roam! Part of this wondrous creation, this trial period of eternity, Who decides whether I fail, is it you or is it me? I can’t be judged on my own desire, Especially if I am in fear of a hell’s fire! Am I responsible when this is all that I have been given? I know that the spike has already been driven! Oh God, is that enough to free me from this constant wretchedness, I Confess and confess and confess…. Sucking at the dirt in hope for a gain. What is it that I want again? Nothing is worth it, even I can see! Just look what the fuck it is doing to me! Around the sham tree, I dance and sing Oh give me an angel’s wing. Then I take a sudden turn… That’s something I’ll never earn.
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