Save my soul oh perfect one.

Save me from many freight unknown.

Take my hands, you who is crafted like no other.

Take me by the scruff if need be and show me wonder.

Wake me up from this ideal sleep.

Least, it leaves me in dreamland drifting ever deep.

Steady now and resonate my persona.

String me up, tune my soul like a scordatura

Save my soul from this illusion of perfection.

Bring me back to reality, owning my every decision.

Ye, pray to me again at the first sound of the cock’s crow.

Awake now I pray to self, save me from me, who you know.

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