I underestimated the search
and came out a fool
I looked for answers everywhere
and everywhere found ghouls
I journeyed through the lowest valleys
and with shadows as my fuel
I searched for this thing you call love
and what I found was cruel
I can go to Mecca but I’m no pilgrim
I will always be a mule
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