Here you are again
Pain
You old son of a bitch
Like before
You will try to stay a while
Taking tissue samples of my beliefs
Sucking marrow
But my soul is not your home
Never will be – and you know it
Some say, ultimately you are their master
I say, you burn up willingly and brightly
When facing
Love

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