| Brick building falls in and pins legs to concrete
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| It’s days drinking piss before they manage to find me
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| Wake chained to bed, with a throat full of plastic
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| I choke out one word, and that word is 'bastards'
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| Sit opposite six peers and one bloated asshole
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| Admonished like a child, while they hold me in shackles
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| If given free rein, they’d hang me from a tree
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| But seeing they can’t, they do the very next best thing
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| Find a hole, so deep, where no light is shone
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| They drill ten more feet, and tell me I’m home
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| It was there in that place, alone in my box
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| I learned there’s a reason some things go untaught
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| The way world leans, its curve, its axis
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| The satellite brain, and its time spent in orbit
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| The grave, and the millstone, the body left folded
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| The time in the sun, before it exploded
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| Stone cut from mountains, mountains cut from ice
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| The arm left extended, and the harm it invites |