Pristine walls, sparkling floors
Smiling staff, white-washed doors
Shining lights, toys so clean
Yet in this place, not all is as it seems
The illusion of life
Hides such a death
No joy only strife
In this organized mess
So very neat, and just so tidy
So organized, don't you see
Not even one thing, put out of place
From the stars in the sky, to the smile on your face
The illusion of life
With the lack of a soul
No sign of the strife
That takes such a toll.
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