My futures told, for there I'm cold.
Another sentimental value.
Statements made for there to fade.
There's nothing left to argue.
But when you speak, your mind sets ease.
To the world below to control you.
Tempers flare, well aware.
Of that feeling that's on the menu.
Bridges cave and towers made.
Preaching to whom your not s'pposed to.
Defensive lines and warning signs.
Aren't there to protect you.


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