Caught in the crossbow of ideas and journeys
Sit here reliving the other self's mournings
Caught in the crossbow of ideas and dawnings
Stand I
Verse
Reliving the past of the maddening impulse
Violent upheaval, the pure driven instinct
The pure driven murder, the attraction of daring
Stand I
Why didn't you call on me?
Why didn't you call on me?
Why didn't you call on me?
Why didn't you call?
Verse
A wild being from birth, my spirit spurns control
Wondering the wide earth searching for my soul
Dimly peering, I would surely find
What could there be more purely bright
In truth's day-star?
Why didn't you call on me?
Why didn't you call on me?
Why didn't you call on me?
Why didn't you call on me?
Why didn't you call on me?
Why didn't you call on me?
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