The road ahead is narrow and winding,
This twisting path I venture, is making me cower,
Cower in fear, cower in pain, do I really need to suffer or is it just in my brain?
This bright silhouette appers, far down the road I see?
Am I being saved or is it just a forgery
The road is narrow, it is getting dark, my messiah is waiting, but what do I fear?
Seed of doubt, seed of suspicion, hard wired in my brain.
Trust no one is my mantra, trust no one but me.
But it gets lonely, lonely and terrible, why cant I speak, is there anyone left to listen to me?
My savior awaits, in the horizon, it is getting dark, the end I must reach
But strange voices pull me, tell me to stop, there is no other person left in this world to trust.
What shall I do? It is getting dark, if I don't find my angel, I will die and rot.
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