What can I say, does trouble keep an eye on me? I dig for guilt in every hole, something to shake this peace. How long will it be until I find something that sticks and I can stand it? I’ll keep climbing, until I have to crawl. In search of the satisfaction that evades us all. Ascend the Ziggurat, another holy mound for me to stand atop. Poor soul, he’s got to quench his thirst - to grab hold of whatever hand comes first. I’ll keep climbing, until I have to crawl. In search of the satisfaction that evades us all. Satisfaction, show me the light.
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