with a lust for self destruction
And an appetite for poison on my mind
Frailty in the eternal winter
The avalanche master will not obey
He will only despise your will
The will to live and shirk the controls
Designed to ensure
That you live
The way they want you to, without
a single ounce of control
that would give you
The freedom to not die
At someone's else hands
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