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Cold hands.
Oh god I’m burning up.
And all around is steam,
all around is steam.
Bury your hands and stay well.

If all forests were felled for paper,
it wouldn’t be enough to ink out how I feel
about what’s wrong with the world…
with you, with me, with us.
Oh what a waste, what a waste, when someone stole away the words,
so just bury your hands and stay well.

Oh please, protect and hold close what’s important, please discard the rest.
Cue the tape shackled crowd, cue the lamps, cue the knife.
Please, I need a moment of quiet.

Be proud.
Be a monster.
Be beautiful.
Be cold.
(Be quiet).

Just be everything that they want you to be;
accept that they know the best, don’t speak out.
I want to be told, I want to be guided;
somebody behind the chair to tell me what to do.
But sometimes I let it all out in heartbeat,
Sometimes I let it all go in a moment,
Sometimes I let it all fail in a rhythm,
I just want to let it find the root of the chord.

Nothing changes; push harder.
Nothing changes. Ever.
Push harder. Riot, riot.
Nothing changes. Ever.

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