If I’d known then
what I know now
say it a thousand times
maybe will click, kapow
dark in the heart of
the same old slaughter
heaven help this son of
Adam’s daughter
In a heart of darkness
Information must be lost
transgress artificial boundaries
seems free but it extracts a cost
you do it without thinking
or you’d never go outside
this road leads to a place I’ve known
feel free to come along for the ride
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