Ava Ferrise

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I see your signs on my walls.

You demand to exist more,

But there’s nothing I can do.

High demand, low supply.

I lounge in poverty and isolation.

He works all night and day.

I live alone, afraid of the world,

So I find sanctuary in a small, walled room.

High demand, low supply

The philosophy of my lonely, loveless life

In the future, people will wish to be me

Do they really want to live in my madness?

Cha-ching, cha-ching

The wall grows green with black symbols as decor

Cha-ching, cha-ching

Who thinks about their wants when they don’t even have needs?

The decorations circle over my walls

They make me follow with my eyes

Cha-ching, cha-ching, I hear

When I don’t hear it, I scream.

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