Break a stick
And watch it die
Silly analogies.
I want to see a brighter sun
So if the sun were bound by me
I'd drown it in insecurity.
Stomp your foot
And sing out loud
We're a race that tries to be free
But all these broken pieces
Won't make a tapestry
Silk-woven threads are needed
Or we'll never be free
I need to dance
I need to sing
Oh I need to dance
I need to sing
We're all narcissistic
Or maybe it's just me.
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