They've been shut down, broke down, turned around. They wear their alienation in ragged clothes and hopeless frowns. I see a little piece of them dying everyday, but I'm ordered to never turn them away. One more day in the bane of my existence, one more day under the soul eater's smear. Finally I found a little courage, finally I can see the end is near. They come in with hands full of metal, an overdue fix to settle. In me, they have a shot at relief, but it's waning, fading, meeting them down the drain. How desperate a situation, how silent is their plea. When they leave I gotta clean the room, get rid of any disease. Oh, I know what I'm doing. I'm well aware. I had my chance to leave and break free, but I chose to stay here. 'Cause I'm the middle man. I'm the life taker. When they leave I gotta clean the room, gotta get rid of all my deeds. And drag them down with me. The footsteps behind have turned black. All the more reason to never turn back. I see the pain in those people everyday. I see their struggle to turn them away. It's been a long road to freedom. A lot of years spent devoid of freedom. A weight's been lifted from my back. A changed man stands in front of you at last. Finally one of these chances has stuck with me. Finally I'm determined to take the lead. Hopefully now everyone can see, I'm not forever defined by my deeds.
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