You go running away
From the mess of your life
And you spit and you swear
And you damn all around
And there's nothing at all
That can console you
No nothing to save you from you
You whisperer of lies
And you damn and you damn
Yes you damn
Damn it all
And you build for yourself
A place you can hide
A citadel of your own mind
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