| where were the eyes that followed
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| how could they’ve found?
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| these misery’s merchants
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| struck the message deep
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| «we have come to stay»
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| dogs fled there in the dark of his path
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| feared him as once they all did
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| like a ghost in daylight
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| on an overcrowded street
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| he wishes
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| to be something he is not
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| lie a shadow at midnight
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| that originate in air
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| he wishes to release
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| deep in the back it had caught him
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| the anchor they threw at his life
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| oh these misery’s merchants
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| dragged through life as a burden
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| rushed off to his cage of glass
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| to open the single window
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| a means of escape, out in the open
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| there are still holes in these walls
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| puking information into the unwanting
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| probing the last hope of defence
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| so he plugged up the holes
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| shut the outside window
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| in doing that, madness payed a visit
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| …and then suddenly in mid-thought
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| escape was a factor and as from inside
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| pushing out were words
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| through fingers came uncovering
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| revealing the truth of him there in the dark…
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| skin began to crawl as they neared him
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| is all pleasure release?
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| oh these misery’s merchants
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| saw the message clear
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| «it is time to pay»
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| like a ghost in daylight
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| on an overcrowded street |