Corridors

Walk him up and down the corridors
Till his arms are tired
Till his lungs are tired
Starve him of the air the dimming light
Till his eyes are wide
Till his eyes are wild
Till he sees the other side
Chain him to the burning carousel
Till the horses tire
Till the horses tire
Blast away the bearings of his life
Till his eyes are wild
Till his eyes are white
But stave off suicide
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