Four walls, small-small 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 tells another story
a living corpse confined to the bed, that's you
what happens to your soul nobody seems to know
your blood knows, your heart too
sometimes they run amock
beat, BEAT for freedom, opens no doors though
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