Bob Mould - Sacrifice/Let There be Peace. Relevance: Why didn't I write this?

If I ride on the rails I shall ride them alone

And if I need all this pain I will find it alone

If I'm wanted for leaving I will leave here alone

And if I can't resist this then I am unfit to go

A simple solution is all I require

If fire is the passion I only aspire to be free

Let me be free if the strain on your conscience gets under your skin

And leads you to making a sacrifice

Sacrifice me

Let there be peace

To the grave from the cradle we don't rock anymore

Now I stand here with both feet planted firm on the floor

And if you're planning a future of indefinite grace

You'd better start removing the lines of deceit from your face

A simple conclusion is all I require

If fire is the passion I only aspire to be free

Let me be free

And all of the hypocrites lie through their teeth

Talk about making a sacrifice

Sacrifice me

Let there be peace

How much longer can all this go on?

How many more chances can one person have?

And all of the questions with no proper answers

Continue continue have to go on have to go on

Should I bend down and worship the ground

of the beautiful people who live without flaws?

Success is a virtue to share with the world

but failure's a lesson that's best learned alone

Respect is a virtue that strong men command

but when words become weapons

There'll be peace in the valley of death when I rise

Peace in the valley of death when I rise

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