Don't be deceived, land really means a kind of sanctuary
Top of the hill, peeping while they come and they go
Release me, take your fucking hands out of me man
Judging by the color
Someone spells sorrow
Dirty looks again at me, to me, to me
Stop locking
Stop breathing
Maniac inland
Don't be deceived
They gush now not meaning to stop
Smiles and fingerprints
Paper notes signed by crosses
What, why should I care about leaving behind
The right to be here, the guts to be clear
You talking out loud at me, to me, to me
Stop locking
Stop breathing
Maniac inland
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