I can’t stand to let you in
Ripped away, let it all begin
You are what I see
You are my disease
Each and every single day
Torn apart, left to decay
My surroundings traumatize
All this fear will paralyze
Glaring stares, made to accuse
Dancing clowns just to amuse
We shall overcome
We shall overrun.
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