Locked inside the Garage.
Inside the dark disarrange.
Nothing to arrange.
As I scream my message.
No one hears my courage.
Understand my language.
Claustrophobic wreckage.
Compressed like a sponge.
Squeezed like an Orange.
How am I going to manage.
In this Disparage Garage.
Bring me down to a low percentage.
The strength of my courage.
It's my turn to judge.
With your disparage.
You'll be in the garage.
I'll get out of the wreckage.
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