The wires are stretched across the park. A heavy net to catch the dark. I am a guest inside your house. A nervous breath. A quiet mouse. You keep the windows taped and tight. To keep the pressure from the light. It is a simple calculation. A slow and steady. Suffocation. But I am not part of the plan. I am an accidentally honest man. You try to fit me in a box. But I have changed all of the locks. Yes I have changed all of the locks. The paperwork is piled high. A paper mountain in the sky. You want a signature in ink. Before I even have the time to think. The cameras blink in every hall. Against the pattern on the wall. It is a perfect. Little cage. A frantic scribbling. On the page. But I am not part of the plan. I am an accidentally honest man. You try to fit me in a box. But I have changed all of the locks. Yes I have changed all of the locks. (They are coming through the vents) (They are checking all the rents) I am standing in the gap. I am avoiding every trap. The signal is getting thin. Where do you end? Where do I begin? (Where do I begin?) (Where do I begin?) It is all just. Plastic. And wire. I am not here. This is not happening. I am not here. This is not happening. (Changed the locks) (Changed the locks) (Changed the...)
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