All the violence I have committed
I am resentful
All the murdering that has been going on
Little town, pretending to be innocent
For a look does not tell a thing
But neither do you
And it is keeping up its appearances
My fingers are cold and tired
They hate my need to go outside
When everyone has left this place
It is the only time I can escape
The silence and loudness
All the violence I have committed
But it was not me there!
It was that boy from TV show # 9
With his little boy hands
He crashed his ignorance into the world
Little boy, pretending to be innocent
Who would still be talking
If we could only hear sensible words?
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