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Silence ends with the voices in my head

I follow on and take a blade to my skin

I answer questions in the chair

And get in the car again

Bells push me into the room

Measure 160 to the door

Not to mention 10 units shoved back

Measure 110 more

See the way of escape

Swiftly pay the toll

Watch the blocks around me

Multicolors move

Red, blue, and orange, everything i see

Pop the pill for that comfortable feel

Everybody is shouting

With subjects to be killed

Now the grinding chains help me fly

Suffering weed I'm on

Then off to a place out of time

The man will have me run

About ten states in under ten minutes

Kicking rocks from the road

People shooting cannons

Bowling through the hole

The lighs and sirens flash and wail

They take my paper away

The burden of the clubs

As they come my way

Finally out the door

The confiscation awaits

Or I'll escape by foot

Who knows my next gate

Finally I find my way

To where the questions start

Held down by the heat

And everything turns dark

Measure 8 I come around

The sequence has no end

The light hits my eyes

And there are the voices again