Swept away by the winds of sin
guilt is a wheel of knives spinning within
I'm striving for growth but I'm stuck in routine
all I want is a chance to redeem

where the worm of conscience doesn't die and the fire doesn't quench
suffer the plagues of hell as life has its revenge
the days feel longer now that time is getting shorter
the nights are lit by the torch of torment and torture

give me strength to do right and just
hate, envy, greed - my spirit gets crushed
riches, lies - I stray from the path
like a fool I give way to my wrath

the pains with the virtue, the gains with the vice
our ways are cold and dark when we leave the path of right

I'm searching for a way to strip my soul clean
gotta rise up from the lows these tired eyes have seen

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