Children on Stun

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tortured by a sense of humour

So left by the side but never left in doubt

 

I shiver through the motions I savour in and out

 

Failed until I thought of ways to see the lies  

 

Of wishing off the seconds the way that life denies

 

And I feel the same

 

And I feel the same for too little gain

 

 

 

Tortured by a sense of humour

 

My turn to laugh away, laugh away

 

Held by the heart and loved by the chain

 

Way down I set upon you gagged and bound

 

So far we feel your touch for miles around

 

And I feel the no pain

 

And I feel the same for too little gain