We're all the same, thats what they said
Of course, they were all always the right

Because a nobody speaks for everybody
And the majority is always right

A voice can control the man with the gun
But words can't punch through steel

There lies in the language we made
Proof of what was worth talking about

Objects exist, and words on top
Who heard of cities on the wind?

Can no one deny the simple fact
That people are all just mirrors

Society by extension is a portrait
And culture simply galleries

An individual stalks the halls
Wandering and wondering

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