All That's Left
I wonder who I'd be if no eyes could see.
Ain't no pressure just to show my best,
Feels like no emotion's left inside my chest.
I'm a creature of indulgence, flawed yet kind,
Wearing every scar and every blinded mind.
Oh, surveillance, you're a kingdom built on fear,
Jesus bless–the graves you dig grow year by year.
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