There’s no doubt I’ve got a bad disease; wonder if I’ll ever find some appease. Days are dark without any breeze; God if you’re listening I need help – please. White Wizard seems to hold the only keys; in his hand I can feel my soul freeze.
Insanity does not seem to care for my pleas; sinister desires drag me to levels of low degrees. In this prison I’ve become a trustee; with all this trust I become a deportee. Can’t hold on to my cheese; oh geez... here comes the White Wizard to make me his nominee.
White Wizard... fuck.
White Wizard... duck!
Walking the field that conceals leaves me unable to reveal; condemned to death I am left without an appeal! Continuing this road to me seems to be my ideal; though at the end I must say I no longer feel.
Have lost all hope of falling head over heels; with love it seems I cannot make a deal. Some say love is the only one who can close and seal; starving nevertheless I am left without a fucken meal!
White Wizard... are you my only hope?
White Wizard... you are the only way to cope!
Find myself walking down this road once more; this life has been nothing but hell and gore! Again I am seeking the next score; wonder what will be in store?
White Wizard... I can only see your door.
White Wizard... I must admit you are a chore.
Looking back my tracks disappear; being here before I know what is clear. Walking I pace down the field that conceals; White Wizard you are the only one that heals my ordeals.
White Wizard... to you I make my appeals!
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