My sweet dull god how can you yourself scream when you clasp your ears doesn't the silence teem from resounding visions that echo inside your brain something clicks tells you this isn't sane and what they want they'll take from you they'll grab it from your hands resist and protest they'll laugh at your demands show up in numbers make you pleas real clear and the voice of authority will tell you he just doesn't care
Its all the same to them its all the same to them moving pieces in order to win a dam your numbers on the board your futures on the floor stepped over and ignored a thousand times and more
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