Hate, how much have I tasted?
It strolled in my mind
If I looked away
Pain rules every step we take
Each time we transcend
From the blessed one
To the one confined that struggles
At the end of the day
Who can say that he’s moral?
We are baptized in sinful waters
Or are we just wearing ourselves out
In search of the last bounding link?
I admit, I’m in the back row
Now I have the chance
To see all that surrounds me
Handle the wheel of my own fate
If you regret for yesterday
You’ll throw stones in the path of today
Time will lead me to the safest of places
Choose your haven.

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