You walk into a room.
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Confusion plays a solemn tune.
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The Poet steals a thought.
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His hands are red, the sinner caught.
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Cyclical and round.
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The hollow walls repeat the sound of someone falling down.
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Someone falling down who looks like me.
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Fingers sharp like knives, knives that thrust to kill.
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Put it all away. Your heart has atrophied.
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(Someone falling down who looks like me)
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Fingers sharp like knives, knives that thrust to kill.
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Put it all away. Your heart has atrophied (into nothing).
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When will we rise above this place?
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I'm tired of the fake smiles that you place.
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The child's mind a tainted fate.
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Anonymous. Anonymous.
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Anonymous. I am Anonymous.
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Unerring mortal soul, at least you'd like to think.
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Your palpitating heart, a small and empty thing.
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Evil are your words and poison is your stare.
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Was is just reaction and did you really care?
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When will we rise above this place?
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I'm tired of the fake smiles that you place.
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The child's mind a tainted fate.
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Anonymous. Anonymous. Anonymous. I am Anonymous.
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Send your angels down. As I say a prayer for them.
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These bastard souls have wronged me (robbed me) once again
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Send your angels down. As I say a prayer for them.
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These bastard souls have wronged me (robbed me) once again
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Send your angels down. As I say a prayer for them.
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These bastard souls have wronged me (robbed me) once again
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Anonymous Vs. California
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The Beautiful Mistake |