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Battle Of The Mind (extended)

Listen here to what I say
and comfort me to better days
Lead me far from evil ways
and thoughts unable to erase

Standing at the gate of my own duress
rattling the bars of imprisonment
aching
Screaming at the demons building up a nest
force me to feel ambivalent
shaking
Can't foresee the outcome of this inner mess
rupture me towards their prime intent
breaking

Falling down on my knees
fighting my instabilities
Uncertain of my own beliefs
this burden's overwhelming me




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Publicerad 2010-01-15 14:13



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