I grew up a lazy man
And wind sweeps away my mind
Whenever I can
I only lose time
Time and time again
I have these ideas that boil inside
Pumping my brain and my veins
Only to die
I am vicious in my heart
But it all fades away coming out
Like it was doomed from the start
I lost, I bow
Still there is hope of redemption
A small fire always burns
I need to make some mental correction
Again, to take my turn
I want to leave a trace
Of my existence to prove to myself
That I can be with grace
I am not a shell
Shell
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