Break Free

There’s smoke around people
A strange kind of din
No one is capable of goodness
A queer stage they are in
I’ll have a bit of what they’re having
No more screams in my head
I’ll forget we existed
No more sorrow or dread
Wake up sleeping prisoner, break free
Day is for mourning it’s night yet
Drink all your enemies, drink things said
Be another person not cultures pet
            Be another person the rest you forget
         

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