take a sip form the devils cup, of water that never quite fills you up, it slowlydrys, cracks an splits inside, until on atorture stake it swallows your pride, thirst for knowledge led by insecurity, look for salvation in a glass thats empty, knock ongods door but he's never in, the lights maybe on but no ones listening, the wheels areturning but no engines inside, grab your torture stake swallow that pride, looking for meaning to life itself, of inner peacewashed down with some wealth, looking forspirit and some security, funny how freewill never quite set you free
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