He's won a convictionthat he'll desrtoy the pathologicalDrinking patternStrictly to the schemeWe wrests addictions from the body... I have to...Convinced about the power of the cureThat waited...I have to..They believed it would go rightUntil they saw the broken throat andLast convulsive quiversKilled - because of longingRuined - through he knew the power of the cureThe last breath sent to the deaf worldA hand raisedI...I...wanted...wanted to...He left them with fearThey want to kill and forgetStrictly to the scheme from the bodyThey wrest moments of fear andLonging for normalityConvicted about the power of loveDestroyed by hatredThey believed it would go rightUntil they sawThat there's a blockade in the heartAnd thoughts still say about the pastWiped out - by memoryInjured - though they tried to hide the father's nameAnd moments when he raised his handIn the last breathI...I...wanted...wanted to...
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