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I'm sure that I'm fine but I heard there's a bath in a river of glassso I'll take it.I've always known that the smiles that were shown were plastic and hollow linesAnd I'll be damned, your metaphor dollar-fed god got into my headHey now! Plastics gather 'round now you're waitin' with your hands outfor the blood flies to come and carry you homeDoubt is a crime and I caught me at last running circles in rounded-off placesScanning for hope but these windows of gold play tricks on my eyesWhy don't we pull apart, look inside the curtains of origins that imitate lifeAnd where you are is where I'll be floating arms of azure seizeWho will you inspire?As I watched this world below, and the world I watch grows smaller and smallerFear and love all collide all at onceThe piper plays green tearing the sleeves, pulled up from the sea and thrown through the ceilingStepping stones so carefully untouchedYou'll only leave this world aloneStrange that you think you can fly..Strapped to a stone in a blinked needle's eyeI'll be damned, your all-time-low just lowered again!Hey now! Plastics gather 'round now you're waitin' with your hands out, waitin' for the war fliesWaitin' for the blood flies to come and carry you From Letras Mania