Creuser le noir corporate et en faire sortir une lumière, une vérité blafarde sur tous ces suckers.


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2/21/2003


« I sit in the middle of the room
Within these walls I call my home
There are no windows but walls walls walls
And a door that’s allways closed

Everything is strange about my room
The walls are soft
Everything is white, too much light
And my jacket is getting tight »