Cover up the holes with silence.
Cover up the holes with silence
If they open too wide
Change the cover and lock down tight
Recoil to the place they will never know
Cover yourself in bubble wrap
Hide the sledge hammer in the groove of your spine
Smile as they try to pick at your skin
They will never get to the blackness within
Breathe in sticky glue and staple your eyes shut
They will never get in
THEY will NEVER get IN
You will never let it out
So let him go into your garden and dig a place to lay
Laugh on the inside as the soil and clay mould your shape
Laugh on the inside because the outsides a fake
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