The guild brings me down
I've dug a hole I can’t get out
Forced memories
Hang this prison over me
The will is me I know, but the weight of these chains won’t let me go
Living down below, but there just ain’t no place I’d rather go
It’s not the things you ask of me
It’s the light you ask it under
What you say when don’t speak
Is coming down like rolling thunder
The will is me I know, but the weight of these chains won’t let me go;
Don't want to live life like the runner
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The Burning Bush: 6. The Runner
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