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The individual applies himself
He has self-inflicted a condition
No regard for the sickness or health
Isolation remains the underlying mission

The bricks have been stacked
the mortar has been slathered
All that there is left to do
Turnaround, and return back

Pain engenders pleasure
Pariah only finds solace
In one of his own measure
Yet they continue to molest

Does the aura of gloom appear
How deep does the depression dig
Isolation maintains the holy uknown as fear
Mainstream is one more big after big

Insult him as one will
But that won't lure return to the track
Enter the heartless chill
The winter life is coming back