| Is it with sadness you hang your head, or shame?
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| Is it your burden that leaves you blood-stained?
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| No song, no words, will ease your regret.
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| No drug, no love will let you forget.
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| For they are but fleeting, like words in the wind —
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| wild nights, sobered by the dawn.
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| For they are without meaning — like honourless men,
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| broken vows laid bare before the dawn.
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| Like a wild dog ensnared you’ll eat yourself free,
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| to rejoin the shadow of the hunting jaguar.
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| I once believe I held the answer in the palm of my hand,
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| and toyed with it like a child.
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| Worth, not worth dying for.
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| Worth living aloud
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| I question everything.
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| On the brink of self annihilation,
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| a lightning strike revelation-
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| how easily that we lie
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| for shallow love and hollow pride.
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| How vainly we do attempt
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| to stem the tide of consciousness,
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| how easily we are led on the merry dance to our death.
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| How entranced we are by the fire,
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| or enslaved to our own desires.
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| Human, all too Human!
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| Watch the Naked ape groveling before the stars —
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| scratching at the sky,
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| Your trials and tribulations,
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| they reek of self infatuation — |