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Always a step behind in sight of their backs

Not gaining any ground through constant attacks

Never signed up for this, a never-ending race

Still ran so hard for it, a mind-bending chase

The more you calculate the effort and its cost

You soon will abdicate and scoff at what you lost

Any place

Any time

The doorway is in sight

Die Schmach ist das Ziel

Incorporate the sting you feel

For the netherworld you're bound

The one who's lost and never found

Apply the blinders and bury second thoughts

Marching only forward, never will be caught

Veering off the pathway cracking through debris

Unbeknownst in front the promised land to see

Any place

Any time

Destination in sight

Die Qual ist das Ziel

Commemorate the sting you feel

For serenity you're bound