You can't say it directly as we're closed
Ears, the double doors
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Only way out of the emotional landmine games is clarity
Firehouse of change aimed patiently towards every burning second
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Admit guilt, admit satisfaction with mental disarray
Or submit, submit self-denial
Actions, focus, and dreams on trial, sentenced
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They say I'm a comedy
They say I'm compilation of mistakes, literal and figurative evil face
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Will I lay here, just like the last time
Pretending I'm a victim while a full tool-belt is in reach
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