It’s just a remote feeling
Through the boundaries of thought
Unstable setting are placed to distort
The lengths they will go to, to perish the game
The mute convulsion, the eclipse of the brain
Our standards are slipping
Somewhat tamed is our dance
Its cut throat the instance
To stand half a chance
Our power is blinded; it’s easier to fail
Only get noticed when you stray of the rails
Were being made to fall mercy
To the puzzle of man
To bow and curtsy
Whenever we can
The lengths they will go to, to perish the game
The mute convulsion, the eclipse of the brain
Were accepted as someone
When we dress for the part
Evicted as no one
If it remains that we can’t
Just harnessed as victims
Stewed with the plain
This place isn’t no gallery
Some of us ain’t gonna be trained
There is sight in hard times
Lessons in pain
Find the right journey
Retreat from the blame.
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