Cure my sickness you old man Guide my conviction for sovereignty Must I deny myself this life? Do not seek, Do not resist...
You old devious trickster enamored by the mystery in the trees holding the answers forever withheld
Should it be so cruel, this singular way Disenchanted, embittered by the sight before me The mirror drops into a well of vertigo
Following the words of these old moralists I see suffering disclosing the bare life of this wise man The flesh of my own tastes bitter as I devour, choking Suffering is wisdom, suffering is the way of the light they say, they say...
I've ceased to be, I am no longer becoming Just like the wise man, I live in between The grey is void, the grey is free Oh you old trickster, look what you've done!
you didn't fix me, I didn't fix me Oh you old fiend, now I see
Following the words of these old moralists Suffering discloses the bare life of wise men The flesh that is my own is bitter and iron blood soaked and blind, I'm ready for my lesson
Cure my sickness you old man For I must be taught self-reliance Must I deny myself this life Do not seek, Do not resist
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