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When I'm left to simply drift
Through out this sad, sad place
To speak without my tongue
To stand out without a face
Where all the people stand still
And where no one seems to know the time
Where all of the order and choice
Is stacked into a neat little line
To which no man chooses to go
And to where no man has an option
Your mind is pawned for it's inspiration
Your soul is put up for adoption
Where you're supposed to be a normal
And where you're supposed to do this or that
And you're not allowed to misunderstand
When you're strung to this lariat
Where our eyes are all the same shade
And our voice all the same tone
Where our actions reflect each other
And where we're ok with being alone
Where love is no question
And emotion is just a myth
Where passing outbursts
Become forgotten in our labyrinth
Where cries can be heard
But no one cares to see
If someone have a broken shoulder
Or a simple fractured knee
Because we lack such compassion
We are destined to be in solitude
The true love concept of the old text
Is disregarded by the shrewd
This place that I speak so honestly of
This place where my destiny awaits
Is just as dreary as it may sound
I've just neglected to mention the hate.
Await the second coming.
