4.How The West Was Lost
It's me over hills I'm doomed to roam, in woven woods on flesh
and bone.
Crawling, seeking, reaching home I look back I'm not alone.
How the west was lost.
With the desert in my soul and the Wasteland in my heart,
I ramble around black as coal.
I'm strange and lost my nature, filled with concern and disgust.
No room in here, cast of the spell and disappear.
No room here, heaven and hell, virtues and vices, life and
death, good and evil, I disappear.
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