The Retreat
There was nothing to do
Never any way out
Born in a cage
Rose to believe I cut out
Things that I said
Things that I became
The things that mattered are dead
Becoming this was my game
Everything that I say
I had never believed
I see my reality sway
Into the depths of the deceived
The distant retreat
So far behind me now
I’ve taken a seat
This night will carry me somehow
When darkness prevails
I’ll stand up and smile
The only good I could see
It’s only one more stupid mile
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