And now we're passing through the stone,
and soon we'll pass this winding road.
I feel this emptiness inside me,
coursing through my veins.
I know it will never end,
because everything is neverending.
I walk this road alone.
Desire to be the one I want.
Desire to have when I have none.
Desire to feel like something within me that feels like love.
I walk this road alone and it feels like Hell.
I walk this road alone.
And nothing, nothing,
will ever come undone.
I feel this thing inside me rising up
like a phantom ghost.
And soon I will know
the feeling of the end times.
And death will be as sure a debauchery.
And now this sinking feeling burns inside me.
I feel spurned as if bitten by a snake.
The atmosphere grows thin as I become weaker.
Against the forces of social inequity I walk alone
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