I am spinning around myself
tumbling in and tumbling down
the same old melody
the same old song
I am struggling with myself
banging my head against walls of pictures
the same old silhouettes
the same old pix
I am the fugitive, the haunted
defender of my own confession
and I apologize:
I take no prisoner
I am staring into bane
I find myself revolting
the same old rotten fruits
the same old stench
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I am ruled by wicked feelings
I surrendered long time ago
the same old devotion
the same old fear
I am the lonely crusader
nailed to that fatal desire
but I am afraid to face that
I am prisoner of war forever |
