If the glass bends
What can I know

If the show ends
What can I know

This veil beholds me
A fairground fight

My laughing tears
Are so damn real

I think therefore I
Am I a fucking ghost then?

These pillars are my mount
From which these shadows are aghast

If the glass bends
Dehydration bathes me


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