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Heavy toll As a tribute to the memory,

Like a tall post at the middle of a prairie

Stacks all dreams with the worst nightmares

Scary for those who have declined a dare,

Who have exchanged the fight for the prayer,

Under the pressure of imaginary player,

They’re so devoted to, they’re so afraid of.

Redemption is not escape, but just the day off.

When the rain falls down roads are getting wet

People get souse like they’re treading the deck

But there’s the one who’s dry, who seems to forget

That he’s a part of it, and should also be led.

He’s dammed for all life for making a bet that

the burns that he has are not from fire he’s spread

The scars that he has are not rom petting the rat

The Devil inside crumbles Lord in one’s head