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Turned aside my ways, got a little tipsy Not near a lethal dose, still feeling frenzy Anger rising up inside, becoming a leviathan A soul full of troubles, a mind filled with sin Step back, got the works, got to windward of my life The guilt lies hard upon me, a battle with my inner strife Time does not heal, just another blood spilt This is the way I feel, immediately before I tilt Step back, got the works, got to windward of my life The guilt lies hard upon me Only one that can help me delivering me from my enemies, The missionaries of iniquity That's the Anti-Depressive Delivery From Letras Mania