Religion; Its just a question
Of your soul and mind.
Another puzzle in your direction
In your life.
...
Insane, I'm going insane.
I'm losing myself in the game.
Turning to a ghost I once tamed.
And like the rain,
It resembles all the pain.
But I believe that after every drop
Has its gains.
Cus the rice always grows out of its grain.
Where's the light from the rising sun?
That wakes me up from the darkness.
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