This rope, it burns. So untie me. The deduction of laughter. Thought I was clean. And quarantined. Obviously they found me. This Rope It Burns. So Untie Me. Think I could be any cleaner? Call Me Crazy... If you'd just shine. Your brightest light. Then you could flee (from the streets) I've tried screaming. And tuning out. I hope they leave soon. This is my last request. Please just love me. We can run. This rope it still hangs here. The sun slips down on me.