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I stole from you I backed you into a corner I smiled at you So you could not detect my intentions I made you feel Like you were the mad one And while you were in this state of Genuine Self-Analysis and Temporary Insanity I continued at your apartment Until everything was gone

A face floats in the debris of faces An outsider walks among us now You can hear him at night Rustling through the opiate streets Uncertain of his latitude or atmosphere Plotting his revenge on smirking desperation Which brought him here An alien in this hostile country Where the cruel eyeballs of suspicious creatures condemn his strangeness and lacerate him from the shadows