Voices come from down the hall
In my room all painted white
I have my bat and rubber ball
I like to sleep with them at night
But now I'm all smiles The good little shots must be winning
Yes, they crank my dial My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning
What a state I must be
Daddy won't discuss me
Mommy couldn't stand living with a wind
All my friends live on the floor
Tiny legs and tiny eyes
They're free to crawl under the door
And, and someday soon so will I I'm so happy now
But now I'm all smiles
These good little shots must be working
Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking Daddy won't discuss me
What a pain I must be
Mommy couldn't stand having such a wound
Doctors want to check me
Poke me and dissect me
What do they expect?
I don't think so
I'm just a windFeelings from a wound
I'm just a woundI'm lost in a nightmare
Shiny white halls
Drawing rats on the wall
Solitary confinement
Chained in a cell
Got my own private hell Preacher crucifies me
I was never young
Never just a little boy
Warden wants to fry me What a pain I must be
Daddy won't discuss me
Mama couldn't stand having such a woundI'm a windI'm just a windI'm just a wind "Steven."
I see them. Don't you see them?
"They come here everynight.
Hmm, that's odd, isn't it?
I'm so tired, I'm winding down.
You'll have to go now, it's bedtime!".
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