Fisher of men fish for me
Tossed upon the tumult of these seas
Though the water barely comes to my knees
The mind denies what the senses see
It's a kind of madness
In search for the right shrinky dink
To compress one's problems onto paper and ink
Oh I am and therefore I think
Fisher of men fish for me
I seek salvation irrationally
I'll bite at the right bait you will see
Oh fisher of men please fish for me
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