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• Artiste: Caleb Stine
• Titre: Substance
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My own body defies my will as it breaks and it burns with desires of its own How much more am I not in control of a body like yours made of different bone If their fingers were small enough they would tweak each double helix inside of you 'Til all the genes of impossible sadness were stripped of their sway As it stands you are manic depressed that's the best they can label the parts they can test And its chemical fingers they use to infuse every cell with a drug that they've blessed As the kids in your class laugh and pass, you're amazed that they're able to blind themselves to The plastic and sorrow that build every castle they're in All the markets are set in their place and the kings tucked in bed at the head of the race In the street in the still of the night you are suddenly free with the wind in your face Maybe all of this science and medicine skims past the part of you screaming for substance And maybe just maybe you need to get far far away