Feel So Low Some Days
And Only I Can Taste
Resent Security
Obscuring All I See

In My Mind
In My Mouth
In My Soul
Only You Provide These Symptoms That I Show

I Could Go Out In Style
Go Back From Where I Came
But Luck Sees To Us All
And Rarely Plays The Game

We've Seen It All Through Many Years Of Lonesome Hell
Back To A Place Where We All Terminate

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