I liberate the cold inside. Camouflaged, but is it all same guy?
There's a bad scene, worked up and sterilized. There's a black seed, choked up and burning.

Unfamiliar, unremorseful -- that's the way you were. Don't want to bring it up again. That's the way you were. Oh, well. You raise questions of me. You haunt sections of town. Be this or not, I know, I don't understand how this is appropriate. Be this or not, and no, we don't understand how bad at debate we are.

And so we freeze

(Thanks to faux for these lyrics)

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