Yeah, as I know suffering I walk in the shadows of the valley of death
I fear no evil, for with them I have coalesced
I have sold my soul and without shame
I will never feel the light, not ever again
My dignity outstanding though my soul may burn
A freedom is wanted, no it is earned
A freedom of the stress of being pure
Of being a good one I cannot endure
A life of passion and greed without shame
I turned from the light but am I to blame?
I happy here in the darkness I dwell
Don’t try to save me – that would be Hell!
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