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I can only feel and think in the language of
Cliches others have concocted for you
Prefabricated pre-conception
Worn like the walls around you
All around you
How good to walk - with the caprice of God
How good to talk - with the caprice of God
Build your ivory tower
So you can scratch the sky
How could I forget that, you're not finished yet and that
All that you have done, still adding up the sum
This totem has some use, the total of abuse
Real life is never used as truth
Angry artillery on your tongue
Bows and arrows highly strung
Same shadow I can see right through