The resistance is strong

Took a lifetime to grow

It wants you to stay

You’d like it to go

You start to pull

It pushes back

You can hardly breath

When it starts its attack

Like a prisoner of war

You’re locked in a cell

No means of escape

You’re stuck in Hell

They jab you for years

With a razor sharp stick

You’re time’s running out

You can hear the clock tick

For one fleeting moment

There might be a way

But there’s a traitor inside

Prolonging your stay

Oh for God’s sake

How can this be

I know this traitor

This traitor is me


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