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Respecting constriction

Breathe in the fumes of the day

Selective sorting is still the same

Muscles contraction, a fake grin induction

Expects the darkness to release the strain

I lie, shame my blame

My life, a dyin’ out flame

Ministers, keep on stoning

Then come back to lick me

Acceptance of diversity, a new cool monstrosity

Show business has something new to gain

Multicoloured glitters turn into drops of blood

As soon as they cross the fourth wall

I’m the blame

How to preserve my humanity?

Will scalpel find my own identity?

Cold blades, is this the only solution?

I don't know what is me!

I’m the blame

To be washed away

I’m the shame

To be raped secretly

Recognition comes with mutilation

Binary infliction

A social need of identification

Surgery erases the blame