Testo Statement Of Capitulation

We can't get out. the walls close in. we draw the blinds, we lock our doors. nowhere feels like home now, my family feels estranged. so focused on the electric hum & the sound of my own breath. with our wings clipped, with our claws removed, our alienation starts to feel like home. our walls won't fall. our prisons won't topple. our greatest works will go unread.