I look I search,
Down low, up perch
Don't see my feet my legs
Thought I'm doing everything it takes
No hope, lost hope
I thought death was dope
Still might, still do
Still see him at half past two
The cries, the screams
Nightmares not dreams
But once or trice
The piper his price
I have to pay
For coming this way
Down for the ten
Up who knows when
Still those with less
Escape this mess
Perhaps I can
Arrive as man
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