I don't belong, singing these anthems. This fever is cunning. Deadly, it's running straight for the exit, detoured through my veins. Telling me to "Get
heal to good the wall of physical abuse my mind escapes through the gift of wordplay I memorize encyclopedias and dictionaries I wrote anthems from antonyms
The endless echoes of the noise we made And the repercussions of each hand grenade There's aeroplanes and dragonflies And infinite September skies There's anthems
: I don't belong, singing these anthems. This fever is cunning. Deadly, it's running straight for the exit, detoured through my veins. Telling me to "
