My mind my rights my soul
I am but a man
Experience illusion
Inexplicable confusion
My mind. My rights. My soul.
I am right. He is right. She is right. We are right.
You are wrong. I am wrong. We are all wrong.
Still.
My mind. My rights. My soul.
I try to run free.
They kick me to the street.
I try to hold my feet.
They tear me apart.
Ripped at the seams
I can see.
There is no difference between you and me.
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