fleeing from the certain bane to the spot of revealed gain resting there, i do not need to see you so i won't be on my knees to worship damned, false authority again and if there should be no one else i would endure lonelyness hope heals my contaminated soul i won't be addicted to you anymore cut the root and grew beyond the bound i am not addicted to you as a fount i leave the battlefield of mood addicted love i'm supposed to be grateful, but my question is: for what for using me at your disposition leading me to perdition showing me your mighty performance guiding me to live in ignorance you taught me soon how to distort the sad truth