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The nails are dug in hardLike the walls around my headFor the fear in my reflectionA wry grin I bearPrayerSee the man of solitudeWith weary eyes, with head in handsTo the fear in his reflectionA wry grin he bearsAnd to the fear in his religionA wry grin he bearsWhile he speaks prayers
The nails are dug in hardLike the walls around my headFor the fear in my reflectionA wry grin I bearPrayerSee the man of solitudeWith weary eyes, with head in handsTo the fear in his reflectionA wry grin he bearsAnd to the fear in his religionA wry grin he bearsWhile he speaks prayers