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crack-brained you devote a view you combine what happened to you your sight to decide what's for you the right and nothing matters handle your life with a kind of illusion hope and fear becomes a fusion there is no jailer is there a prison relate a poem for the scene to get into a presence a bulwark of human decisions to push you aside there is no hand so try a way you are alone that's the difference (chorus) desolation will force you to leave your hiding place