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I make a sound In my self contained hospital Fend off the stares In my glass walled cubic Pins drop for noise Am I faint or just paranoid? Caught in the clutch of the poisonous Who are friends? Answer the call To become your own animal Happen to fear what will be installed Too late to choose to be self analytical Caught in the snare that you set yourself Who are friends? I make a sound In my self contained hospital Fend off the stares In my glass walled cubic Too late to choose to be self analytical Caught in the snare that you set yourself Who are friends? From Letras Mania