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open the wounds and dig in your fist
spreading ink from a shopping list

is there a valve
a stream to release
when words and speach bring no peace

bold echo's projecting vanity
a world of mirrors reflect insanity
a poluted humanity

your beautiful
im so full of scars
can you touch me
and bend back the bars

I think i remember a childhood dream
a simpler place with no reason to scream
embalmed in a cocoon of love
understanding that it came from above

so i guess i ll dust myself off
and shake off this steel
open my eyes
and get back behind the wheel

grey days exist
but so does the sun
no need to fear
no need to run