Sick of ego
A life in pain
Pity me
Descending like rain
I'm waist deep
In a hail of id
Sick of downing
The bitter pill
Shaky hands
Heading for a spill
I'm waist deep
In a hail of id
Sick of sorrow
Through with shame
I'll ride the thunder
Won't come out the same
I'm waist deep
In a hail of id
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