I'm just a man who's losing control.
I have no heart, I have no soul.
For my sins, I've been sentenced to roam.
A deserted desert, a timeless zone.
As I roam this desert, silent and alone.
I tell myself, I need to get home.
To get my life back, I must find control.
How can I do this if I have no soul?
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