The price I have to pay is high
But it is the only reason for my existence
I watch myself falling into the deep
The only thing I can trust now are my senses
Is it still possible to stop me now
From causing pain and despair?
Asking myself whether it's right or wrong
To fulfill this purpose I’ve been given
The price I have to pay is high
But it is the only reason for my existence
Looking for a way out of this situation
Trying to deny what I really am
My mission is my identity
I have to be quick and efficient in what I do
Could I have been replaced by anyone
Being just one of many?
Can I find deliverance
In the suffering I’m causing?
Fulfillment seems so close
Death seems so unavoidable
Can’t no longer weigh up between right and wrong
I have to do it now
Becoming dispensable if I don’t
I do what I was made for
The price I have to pay is high
But it is the only reason for my existence
I know it may be wrong
Did I have another choice?
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