We're at our best with wills repressed   It's most clear when our eyes are closed   The patterns in their scarves emerge   We scream out loud, but silence keeps our dirge      Fluorescent hell, cast your spell   The toxins that keep us in line   Twenty and six for the night   Weakly we whine, numbness our birthright      My head swims, no one wins   The traitors who fight for the clean   They only show up at the wrecks   Benzopyrene keeps our code in check      We chant our rhymes, we rant at time   With lungs marred by years of abuse   Aluminum pills down the chute   They found our use, purpose built and mute      The strophic form, of children torn   Repeats till an ending is near   The grip then relaxes to find   A tighter hold, fear chokes all of our kind