As wires bound your arms and legs,
Have you ever felt the love?
From things that cut and bleed alot,
Like slaughtering a dove,
A sign of peace, of white purity,
Now left, with shallow wings,
Things are here to make you cry,
That's what you do a lot,
How can you be happy,
Your not worldly, Alienated,
Ive heard it all before.
I can't make you smile.
Ive heard it all before.














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