What happens before the act begins?
In these glass halls of precision
Why do we struggle to enter
The gaping global fraud?
I do not belong here
Their eyes are empty, glassy
What happens before you talk with clarity?
Why are you afraid to be?
What happens before the act begins?
Do you ever wonder?
Do you ever imagine?
The sweeper clearing out your dust
The man putting up those balloons
The electrician who fixes the air conditioning--
Men who will never know how it feels
Cool air in the room, while the sun glares outside,
The beeping sounds of door IDs.
I am lost here forever
I want to belong to the forest
Where trees teach me to be still.
In these glass halls of precision
Why do we struggle to enter
The gaping global fraud?
I do not belong here
Their eyes are empty, glassy
What happens before you talk with clarity?
Why are you afraid to be?
What happens before the act begins?
Do you ever wonder?
Do you ever imagine?
The sweeper clearing out your dust
The man putting up those balloons
The electrician who fixes the air conditioning--
Men who will never know how it feels
Cool air in the room, while the sun glares outside,
The beeping sounds of door IDs.
I am lost here forever
I want to belong to the forest
Where trees teach me to be still.
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