In my prison cell I think these words

I was careless

I can see that now

I must be silent

Must contain my secret smile

I want to tell you

You my mirror

You my iron bars



When I made a shadow on my window shade

They called the police and testified

But they're like the people chained up in a cave

In the allegory of the people in the cave

By the Greek guy



Noe one understands

No one knows my plan

Why the dancing, shouting

Why the shrieks of pain

The lovely music

Why the smell of burning autumn leaves



In my prison cell I bide my time

Always thinking

Always busy cooking up an angle

Working on the tiny blueprint of the angle

Sketching out the burning autumn leaves



No one understands

No one knows my plan

I must be silent, must contain my secret smile

I want to tell you

You my mirror

You my iron bars

No one understands

No one knows my plan

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