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Molded into a train wreck

By the laws of men who were

With a noose around my neck

Gasping for one last sip of air

What if I chose wrong at the crossroads

And is forever stuck with this load

They say it’s never too late

To go back and repent

But I did choose this fate

With no idea what it meant

Sometimes I wonder what I’ve done

When I’m spending my life on the run

If you could wear my face for a while

And my coat and shoes as well

You would not cast a single smile

And you would feel this living hell

Burning you up from the inside

With nothing but fear and lies

And what is there really to it all

In these days of corruption and greed

You watch your false idols fall

To satisfy your inner needs

I can’t take part in such mass hysteria

I’ll never succumb to this wicked era