Soon the sick part is here*
The part where I must feel
Awakened by my thoughts
Of the impending end
Alone - I face the cross
I have no friends - not here
Carry on - you die alone
My desperation grows - It's showing
Ill tempered, Ill disposed - of the forgotten
Temptation has no fear
Decisions all come near
Carry on - all by yourself
Writer(s): Bo Sommer, Ken Holst
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