The Sweet Release

Trapped in my mind, sentenced to life

But the punishment doesn't fit the crime

Guilty of self-thinking and biased thoughts

A wealthy mind and a rich soul that can't be bought 

Spilled emotions, eye make a mess of myself 

Eye've seen all this world has to offer

And eye'm not impressed, eye want to see what's next

Since the truth sets you free eye must confess

Eye'm just waiting on the sweet release of death 

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