Paying debts of unknown origins
where loves abates at the I alone gates
Two feet, two hands, I can hardly stand…the journey always long
Rapping upon the iron lock
as blood runs from knuckles down past hand…
Let me in, this place is too strange
all of it, rearranged
No answer, nor a reply
Throw me to the wolves ‘eh
that’s where I come from guys!
Look into my eyes…
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