They sit in bulletproof rooms, but their hearts tremble at a ticking clock They have shelters, but no serenity 190

They sit in bulletproof rooms, but their hearts tremble at a ticking clock They have shelters, but no serenity

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They sit in bulletproof rooms, but their hearts tremble at a ticking clock
They have shelters, but no serenity
A fear-filled life, locked in a cage I can't even call it living
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