There's a shy soul inside
Trying not to get out
There's a quiet soul inside
That doesn't want to shout
But l've got myself covered
With a chaotic and noisy shell
Which is there for protection
By raising anarchy and hell
It's my defence mechanism
Against the world around me
A force field and riot shield
Against cruel batons of society
It's my defence mechanism
Against the lie of democracy
A riot shield and force field
Against hard barons of propriety
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