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You look at me, so deeply.

You can't help but see, catastrophe.

Do you even know

The plot to this show?

How this all begun?

How my heart was spun?



Are you judging me from my shell?

For the couple of times I fell?

Can you even grasp

The flip of life, so fast?

Are you fool enough to stand high

And point your finger to the sky?



I am.



My blood feels like lava,

Scalding, running through my veins.

You look at me so deeply.

You can't help but see, insane.





But maybe life is backwards.

And maybe time is wrong.

Maybe your sacred death

Won't take very long.



And maybe when I'm floating

On the brink of my destruction

I'm the one that's really safe

From everyone's corruption.