Does the mob really know your one true name?
When children are allowed to eat their fill.
Candy most will choose, to few will not.
Knowledge by it's self a useless tool.
In the dark of night you let them in.
How the law is written, few explain.
Long how long is one a short life sentence?
Break neck at this rate of speed you won't survive.
Under street lights,
on a sidewalk that never really ends.
Each letter that is sent you never read because.
It was stamped return to sender no ones home.
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