In the beginning when we've just begun
To open our eyes to the rising sun
Of hospital lights
And dimming nights
We cry out to release the fright
Of coming into something
That was alien to us.
There's no need to fuss or give up
Or hope
In this lie
We try to drown out angry voices
In cyanide...
Cyanide
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