The Unfairness Of Angels

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 The unheard criminal
Tap, tap, glass bubble
The echoing back means trouble
I fear I'm only talking to myself
A dusty photograph on the shelf

I call, I text I send a fax
But you must have ear wax
Cause nothing comes back, blind silence
Turning slowly into violence

The Beatles sang ‘Help I need somebody'
I am screaming, yelling, to nobody
HELP! HELP! SOS, SOS
I just need to unwind this distress

All doors locked, keys don't fit
It's too late, I'm in deep $h!t
I told you, I warned you, about the violence
Now I'm surrounded by the sirens

Your honour, I tried to tell everyone
But no one listens, I knew what would come
Send me down, life in brick concrete walls
Just another place, which wont answer my calls…



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