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The Door

As I sped down the hallways
I am terrified, terrified
Two more stories ’til you see the door
Running terrified, terrified

Are we part of the system
Birthing us to our doom
Smoking mirrors they show us
Brothers and sisters
Reeling in chaos
Running back to our tombs

As we sped down the hallways
We are terrified, terrified
Saw her mother in ruin
Erased all her papers
Workhorse beaten red
Loneliness from death in labour

Fair libra green with shame
Freedom in her iron chains
Running terrified, terrified