The disposability of the love you leave
The people and the lies they weave
The answers and the way the live
It is too hard to forgive
That you can march and walk in arms
And never look to see the harms
Of being robotic normal
Looking cute and looking formal
And wear a suit and tie
You will too when you die
And in the corpse box of the everyday
You are born to go away
And kill the spirit of the child
But she’s still here and she is wild
So take my name but you won’t take my heart
Take my life but I will not take part
And refuse the permission
You will never have my commission
To do the dirt on the soul
And if I die, I will die whole

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