My Iron Heart cannot be touched,
My Heart of Iron cannot move.
The world is a black and white film,
Where people, if you call them that,
Gossip in long corridors about who
Is compliant with doctors' judgement.
And try to decipher him who freely
Hates, from inside their cliques.
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