Catherine - The Beggar

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What’s with these lights?
Is this an interrogation?
What’s with these lights?
Third degree in the masses eyes
What’s with these lights?
Is this an interrogation?
What’s with these lights?
I’ve got nothing to say
Beggar with a soapbox
Kinesiatic with pride
Beggar with a soapbox
But I’ve got nothing to say
Build a bigger soapbox
The nothing just gets louder
This is just strategic stagnation
All our stomachs growl for the same thing
Just another fix to us inside
Eat, sleep, lather, rinse. Repeat
None of those things are good enough for me