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Magazines of pain in unending supply

Driven in my gut

Trigger finger pressing at my mind

How is a man so sick

He can't get right with God?

Asphyxiating permanence

Drags on and on

I'm enslaved to that force which prepared me for life

Enmity with no end pulls the puppet strings around my spine

On and on

What makes a man so sick

He can't get right with God?

Asphyxiating permanence

Drags on and on