The sharp razor of reason with one dangerous stroke Recut the soul's achievements.

The sharp razor of reason with one dangerous stroke Recut the soul's achievements. The year turned into lost time, And I spent nerves enough for two generations. I saw myself as a man of action, But I was buried over the head by criminal doubt. A cold mind can't be pushed to the limit, Because the comfort zone decides, And the lava of feelings will cool, will pin you down for good With an opinion no one needs any more, but a correct one.