Captured in an impersonal time, you're freaking freely
Your soul is a farewell gift granted by almighty gods
A boring daily routine compels you to get stoned silly
You are sick and tired of bucking the hopeless odds
Your baffled mind fights a duel with your disposable body
How come your existence is finite and you hafta die?
Since birth grim reaper has been your lifelong buddy
Though you try to dispel thanatophobia by living a lie
You gave up seeking the truth hidden behind seven seals
To choose between angels and demons ain't dead easy
A hell of an inferno welcomes you after taking go-pills
From climbing down the unseen fire escape you are dizzy
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