( • intro two • )

let me go back

to when my name wasn't an echo

But imprinted under white pixels instead

A promise of munity

Graffiti to normality

Truth to authority

Control to society

A moment of peace

Blended with consequence

When I coated my identity

In a gloss of black

To hide the last of innocence

That had yet to be stolen

And thrown like a dove

That would be trampled

Under the tattered feet

Of the caged

If I can't be free,

No one can.