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In a rut and indisposed

His blood runs cold

In a vacuum all his own

Nothing to hold


The black the white

They wall him from without

No roads to turn

Slowly he goes down...

On his knees on broken glass... down...

Vicious cycles going round again

That's the way it goes

Pretending they don't know



He thinks when it will end
His mind goes blank

His non-existent life

Goes with the wind



The black the white

They wall him from without

No roads to turn

Slowly he goes down...

On his knees on broken glass... down...

Vicious cycles going round again

That's the way it goes

Pretending they don't know