Seconds out
In the darkest of dark I looked for thee
On the loneliest of nite with only despair for company
A thousand Thoughts and heart racing on
Ding the bell went, its time,battle commence ,LETS GET IT ON
A 2 horse race between body and mind,
Now the devils coming up hard on the inside,
To remind me of my soul,and all my bad thoughts and misdeeds
3 runners now
ah fuck
head fried
A winner of this race will be hard to find
Rider down
Early faller,
Mind lost ,broke free,
and away he scarpered
Body and soul head to head now
Only 1 winner now there can't be a doubt
Soul is destroyed and can't carry on,
So body's the winner
but how long can he go on
He's broken and battered, and running out of breath,the odds of him finishing
not looking the best
Off he will ride to the sunset where he is destined to be
With mind,body and soul all gone,
All Set free
My life stopped ,while yours kept living
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