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Seems like rubber blowing through your poisoned eyes
Stretching to go further
And the future was what could heal all the frighten clouds down there
The madness achieved chairs and curtains and floors and walls
Traps strike strong
Now it can’t be done
Why did it go so far?

So far So far…..So far
The lipstick will paint the feet, the nails will cover back
The hair will bleed, as seeing will the neck
Turn around can you see that?