I'll come, I'll come, I'll get your soul
Your mind is gone, I take control
About your body, dead and fair
I'll make you into dust and air
In silent hours you will weep
About your hope which I now keep
And in the end it's just a fuss
That makes the difference between us
And on and on the road will go
And for you there'll be only woe
I travel to the deepest depths
Of humanity; now rest!
Enjoy the freedom, 'cause for now
Without you I will go, will go
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