Cut the cord clean
Slice through the scheme
Break every whisper
That poisons your dream
Snap the sly fingers
That tug at your doubt
Silence the shadows
That script your self shout
Twist out the toxins
They plant in your chest
Crack every pattern
That kept you compressed
When they bend your truth
You straighten your spine
When they blur your name
You redraw the line
Interrupt the manipulation
Mid sentence
Mid lie
Let their strings fall useless
As you finally reply
Stand in your thunder
Hold your own flame
End their illusion
By reclaiming your name
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