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How can I care
if you think of what I do
is beautiful.
How can I care
if you think of what I have
is valuable.
I've been living in a world of shame.
Trying to keep
your dirty little secret safe.
But that's alright my love because
it's too late.
It's unchained.
This devil,
this devil inside me.
Sees all the things
that I tried.
So hard to see.
It's unchained.
This devil,
this devil inside me.
And it's worthless sound.
Free.
Now you're thinking.
Thoughts gather round
like leeches,
like babies at my feet.
But in this state of mind
your tiny little thoughts.
They don't matter much to me.
And all the objects in this room.
Like the phone,
like the chair,
the light.
Magazine.
I don't need them anymore because
it's too late.
It's unchained.
This devil,
this devil inside me.
Sees all those things
that I tried.
So hard to see.
It's unchained.
This devil,
this devil inside me.
And it's worthless sound.
And it's worthless sound.
It's unchained.
Unchained.
Unchained.
