Nothing ever worries me
A truly happy soul,
Feeding the bloody leeches of life
Stuck down in this hole.
The holes are many on the way
Pits on the road to hell,
Or success if you call it that
As bad as it might smell.
I killed my soul a long time running
And running I am still,
From that evil twin of Destiny,
The one they call Free Will.
A truly happy soul,
Feeding the bloody leeches of life
Stuck down in this hole.
The holes are many on the way
Pits on the road to hell,
Or success if you call it that
As bad as it might smell.
I killed my soul a long time running
And running I am still,
From that evil twin of Destiny,
The one they call Free Will.
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