How Do I Feel
Like an alien who has been thrown out of space
all tentacles and feels I don't belong here anymore
Life has gone through a transmutation of disgrace
and I am afraid of what is in store
Masked bandits everywhere I cannot trust the air
those fear vibes are like a metallic taste in my mouth
the news is one sided, its all about I talk you stare
contesting all I hear I'd love to fly south
where the sun doesn't discriminate nor hate
and the virus is divested, from all I consecrate.
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