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And it was then
And until now
How we all bend
And bow
That who doesn't
Break
And everything
That shakes
Gets pulled
Back

Whispers
And
Snares
Awkward glances
And stares
And all we
Bare
And the virgins
So fair
Are the worshiped
The virtue of safe

But tell us again
How we're
Supposed to
All be dreamers
When we're
Ashamed
Of fat and bones
And insulted
By sex and skin
Inspired by
The dead
Scared of the living
Afraid of mirrors
How are
We all supposed
To be dreamers?