Your words sweep my temper
Take me down a dead end street
In contemplation with whom we start at the end
Before I can collect myself
Vacuumed in by the figures on screen
Through gaps of iron air, parading my circle of friends
Police beat, oh no, police beat, oh no, police beat, police beat
I'm still on the floor
Overstating my defenses
Closing mirrors out
The mirrors are condescending
The people shout for me
And my social weaponry
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