the pleasure is mine love, sing me the song,
that you'd like me to scream to the world.
i will be there. even if this serenade died to a silence.
i will be there, even if the world shouts back at us.
set free this steps we take
set free the hearts we break
and take them to the void of space
and bury the regrets that followed you home, everyday.
this song is for you, oh traitors of your own life.
this song is for the mask, you paint your disguise.
liberty o liberty...
breathe my heart free, this cruel world that cries too much.
- tzuzuru the inmate from cell 86-A
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