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im on the run
nobody will catch me now
as long as i am invisible
my voice beats up over the heads of my peers

opaque for the first time
feeling thicker is not stronger
as long as i am anonymous
there are no nests for my aching knees

caught with lie stained teeth
swallowing my pride with a tall glass of blood
as long as i keep swimming
this pollution will be floating on the surface of my thoughts

i am poisoned
three steps behind of dead death
and as long as i keep her contained
there will be no mourning for those slumbering eyes