We all have these demons we’re fighting
Clawing, ripping, and bitting
Paralyzed by torture and plague
Day after day we plead and beg
Praying for sweet sincerity
Yet, fall into solidarity
Broken, beaten, and scared
An internal conflict left impaired
We create that which we fear
Clouding what should be so clear
These sins that bar our path
Forcing us to face torments’ wrath
Maybe it hurts to move
But we’ve all something to prove
Maybe it seems implausible
But nothing, nothing is impossible
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