Four walls, almost no windows, a box for dead objects
here they put you, just like an old chair
how can living breath and a beating heart be objects?
The blood in your veins tell another story
a living dead in the bed, that's you
what happens to this individual you don't know
your blood knows, your heart too
sometimes they run amock
beat, beat, beat for freedom, opens no doors though
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-24 12:29:54
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