Worry, worry Is all I do
Worry, worry
Till sad or blue

The thoughts
Whined and twine
The thoughts
Never so divine

We cry
Is why
And all say
We wanna die

With no sound
To that, we are hell bound
With no sound
We have broken our crowns

Lost in the darkness
Don’t know how to fight this
Lost in the darkness
But, Hey! We got this!

Laugh and cry
That is no lie
Laugh and cry
To hide what truly lies behind

Wide smiles
For miles
Wide smiles
Smile, and let it stay a while

The pain
It drains
The pain
Felt throughout, my veins

The sharpness
Bloodless
Sharpness
Careless
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Read this excerpt from "a visit from the goon squad."that’s when he began singing the songs he’d been writing for years underground, songs no one had ever heard, or anything like them—“eyes in my head,” “x’s and o’s,” “who’s watching hardest”—ballads of paranoia and disconnection ripped from the chest of a man you knew just by looking had never had a page or a profile or a handle or a handset, who was part of no one’s data, a guy who had lived in the cracks all these years, forgotten and full of rage, in a way that now registered as pure. untouched.how does the author use satire in this excerpt? the author is criticizing media censorship.the author is criticizing the idea of isolationism.the author is mocking society’s overuse of technology.the author is mocking man’s inability to freely express himself.