take these plastic people,
read their lips, now let it linger
is there anything that makes them sound
tightly hold you hand, give them the finger
are you worried
that you thoughts are not quite clear?
Over looked, unfit appearance
I remember falling
I remember marching
Like a one man army
Through the balze
I remember coughing
I believe in something
I don't want to remember falling
For their lies
Unbutton your close
Undress you soul, show them your vigor
Are these inhibitions easiest to fear?
Take this gasoline tin
Head up high, walk like a winner
Let the Bare feet be the last sound
That they hear
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