"Could I break through the wall you put me in, Can I, be sure, You even keep me here, blood on my fingers, seems to testify to my imprisonment, but I have my doubts. I fade the sound away. I will, choose, silence. Do I, resist, when you bring me bread? am I, still tempted, when you promise more? Silence, I like the sound of it If I keep it up then will you let me go? Blood on my fingers, Jesus was that really me? SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, ThankYou, let me go. Keep me here? Keep me here? Am. I. Tempted. When you. Promise. The world. Blood on my fingers, Jesus was that really me? SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou".
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