Testo di (Dissociative) Fugue

We're at our best with wills repressed It's most clear when our eyes are closed The patterns in their scarves emerge We scream out loud, but silence keeps our dirge Fluorescent hell, cast your spell The toxins that keep us in line Twenty and six for the night Weakly we whine, numbness our birthright My head swims, no one wins The traitors who fight for the clean They only show up at the wrecks Benzopyrene keeps our code in check We chant our rhymes, we rant at time With lungs marred by years of abuse Aluminum pills down the chute They found our use, purpose built and mute The strophic form, of children torn Repeats till an ending is near The grip then relaxes to find A tighter hold, fear chokes all of our kind.