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Where the sane disobedience is treated as vicious snare,
Instead of being recognized as freedom's flare.
Where so many frantic scums and bigots do congregate,
I found unexpected chums, my brace, my mates.

In highs and lows we face what's imposed in unity.
The madhouse bans but truly demands absurdity.

Withstanding the senior fools, resisting to bossy lines.
We're weathering vapid rules and empty signs.
The first light of every day's a threnody for my time.
In search for a reason's trace, I'm losing mine.

Orion's slipping as months go by.

In highs and lows we face what's imposed in unity.
The madhouse bans but truly demands absurdity.
In laughs and woes, the brotherhood grows.
We'll soon break free.
With loaded guns we stood all the months of lunacy.

Maladies, break-ups, sleaze.
I wouldn't breathe even with a second pair of lungs.
In lunatics.
Not without the best companions.

In highs and lows we face what's imposed in unity.
The madhouse bans but truly demands absurdity.
In laughs and woes, the brotherhood grows.
We'll soon break free.
With loaded guns we stood all the months of lunacy.

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