I shuddered to think
Right on the brink
My tears were clean
But through tears you see nothing
So I swallowed everything
Followed my heart till now
Wish I could rip it out
She’s a machine colder than satellites in orbit
Covered in ink
Blood in the sink
Applause and bows
Are lost on me now
I see much clearer how
The show is over
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