The noble quest for the all mighty truth.
Each step so reverent.
On some kind of new thesis you´re hellbent.
Oh things not going well in your personal life.
Spoilt as a child you drop it all and curl up in your dead grandfathers cabin.
Your beliefs are little comfort now as you tremble and mumble your way into the early hours of a terribly senseless dawn.
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