.Listen to the sounds that the prisoners make/ as we take these spoons and dig our graves/ six feet deep, a plague worldwide/ as we swam towards the shore we drowned in the tide.
Spread the word, I am empty/ with perception only painting reality.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, that's not what he s.
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