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Blend In
walking down these white halls
im only known as so and so
dirty looks and hungry stares
leave me battered from their blows
the only thing to stay the same
the only thing that feels alive
is the metal that locks this door
always remember 21-56-35
fall out, fall into the sun
escape from this hell, into the fire
the wind blows in my face, feels like
freedom is lifting me higher
give me drugs, give me sex
give me alchohol or maybe love
take me away from everything here
give me the hand of God, the white dove
you cant do that, must be like this
label me, like you labelled them
if you label me senseless
label them friends
