Struggling with confusion,
Disillusionment too,
Turn a man into his shadow,
Crying out from hell.
Between his nightmare visions
He sees nothing, only words.
Mad with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger,
He's been a stranger to himself.
Suspended on a rope
Inside a bucket down a hole.
Hands are torn and bloody
From the scratching at his soul.
Behind his nightmare visions
He sees nothing, only words.
Mad with a beggar's mind, he's but a stranger,
He's been a stranger to himself.
Between his nightmare visions
He sees nothing, only words.
Mad with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger,
He's been a stranger to himself.
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