This rope, it burns.

So untie me.

The deduction of laughter.

Thought I was clean.

And quarantined.

Obviously they found me.



This Rope It Burns.

So Untie Me.

Think I could be any cleaner?

Call Me Crazy...



If you'd just shine.

Your brightest light.

Then you could flee (from the streets)



I've tried screaming.

And tuning out.

I hope they leave soon.



This is my last request.

Please just love me.

We can run.



This rope it still hangs here.

The sun slips down on me.