Imprisoned to my vices,
lacking in willpower...
subdued by my choices.

A sharp sting of distruction,
a devils blood courses my veins...
so soon encoutering my demise,
imprisoned to my vices.

I'll only play the game it seems,
when a deck is stacked against me...
my loyalty to dead mens faces,
imprisoned to my vices.

But soon the wool will be lifted,
soon my eyes will see...
the pain I've caused to others,
the pain I've caused to me.

No longer imprisioned to my vices,
will I remain to be...
in control of my future,
my destiny.

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