Fuck it, this building's still standing
Still concrete though smothered in dust
They tried but they failed at dismantling
This fortress I fought to construct
They can call it a wreck and an eyesore
They can call it a body defunct
But that's what this castle was built for
To shelter what cannot be touched
Too bad they were sorely mistaken
When they burgled and buried the bones
But for me it will not be forsaken
This ruin was always my home
This ruin was always my home
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