How could I run away
from what I know to be real
I appreciate the summer days
the colder I feel,
How could I tell the truth,
when I was bred to conform.
I could present the proof
but I've already been warned.
How can I be a real man
on this cold earth?
Pleasure, pressure and pain.
What is YOUR soul worth?
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