The ghost of yesterday's past
haunts me in my dreams.
The present interrupts the future
working hard for my life to be redeemed
but you can't know sure.
My soul sinks to the burning fire
but as my mind gravitates to the burning light
and as my mind goes higher and higher
my soul is incinerated by the fire.
And as the wicked never sleeps
I chase the shadows in the dark
and as society weeps
I'm lost with a broken heart
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