On our Heads be it.Mature

And when the dark ceiling falls in on your Heads.

And when the red doors are slammed in your face.

And when the sense of your world is reduced in mindless caves of etiquette.

Remember,

We can still get out.

We can still be free.

And when the dark ceiling falls in on our Heads,

Atleast it's them,

Not you.

Not me.

The End

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