I give repression to myself and you
Although I try hard to be straight and free
There's nothing in this world we cannot do
But somehow there's still chains restricting me.
We never know what's there until we jump
And neither can we guess how things will end
But still inside there's just a little lump
Of things on which we both seem to depend
And these things, and the fear of losing them,
They make manipulation easier still
And bits of us, like some foul cancerous phlegm,
They hold us back in chains against our will.
I'd like to free myself and free you too
But don't know how to start or what to do.
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