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The distorted vision of man

The total waste of life

Trying as hard as

you can

In desperation you strife

You struggle for the upper hand

You stick

your head in the sand

You ignore the questions that arise

You face your own

pitiful demise

You fight to keep your path clean

You hide behind the faith

that remains

You decline the rules to disappear

You resist to face your own

fears (2x)

Dark clouds fade up above

The stench now becomes

thick

Constantly denied by love

The soul grows wary and sick

You stop

becoming something else

You no longer have these desires you felt

Your

movement decreases to a minimum

You become stuck and have no

momentum

Encourage the mind to create

A non-existent kind of fate

Sickness

is an exhausting illness

That cannot be healed by nothingness

The distorted

vision of man

The total waste of life

Trying as hard as you can

In

desperation you strife

The weakened vision of man

The total waste of

life

Searching as long as you can

Knowing you'll never arrive

Knowing

you'll never arrive