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I clench my fists instinctively Chilly wind of orders Quells in me zeal I am like a man-machine Ensnared by will-power This is right and this is wrong Empty grimace on my face Under constraint My wandering thought Stirs up shiver of anxiety What I have lost - I know ! Louder and louder I hear Ice cracking that I am standing on That is me - the missed fire I treat to blurred smile Newer and newer words I am like a man-machine Ensnared by will-power This is right and this is wrong Under constraint My wandering thought From Letras Mania