You are dancing in the cell
You are tiptoeing on the ground
Even when you close your eyes
Even when you avoid the sun
You sure you're alone
Aren't you feeling exposed
Even when the moonlight's on the ground
You can feel the touch of many sights
Watched
Watched
The black face man in the tower
I'm puking in the cement ward
Do anyone know who that is
And I look up still he's right there with me
The peeping eyes
The naked thing
The weightless touch
The weakest thing
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