I am the face of the despondent neighbor I am the face of the disparate masses
I bear the weight of my dormant anger I am the bomb that must explode I am the grasp of a malignant system I am the craft of profit addiction
I am all attached within us I am the mask of what we have done This banal existence has wound its way into tragic despair
This agony of living imprisonment has found a way in tragic despair I am the bomb that must explode.
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