I traded in my soul for a pamphlet of catch phrases this is the modern era turned my back on tender embraces I rented out the the rooms I'd saved for human connecting to fill up some emptiness stop the mirrors from reflecting I don't feel my fingers since I had the nerves severed Tell me what my purpose is and make it sound clever If feeling safe is virtuous by all means keep the door closed back me in the corner paint up to my toes Broken rules and conventions will stay unconfessed and all my thoughts and emotions are illegal to be expressed I can't feel my heart it's like my arteries were severed If you give me a purpose Please try to make it sound clever  

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Modern
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