who can un-straighten my spine?
and who can try to contradict time again?
And who's been giving out my lines? They're mine
And who's been making blood look fine?
And tell me where you get your glare
And how'd you learn your red hot stare?
And how does light escape those eyes?
How lonely are we that we use dark matter to light our way?
Who will fill this void with chaos?
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