What must not be named

The Unchained Mind, The Free Soul

Fears and anguish
Tensions mount
And the turning of tides
Hear the sound
Think about what can’t be said
While the sands turn red
Muffle your anxiety
While the innocence gets bled
And the elephant in the room
Takin up all your space
The evils that can’t be named
Or told or have a face
Muffle your speech
Or you might cause a riot
Talk about all the rhetoric
But don’t talk about here
While it’s here
Don’t even try it

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