She built a ribbon right round my neck, all bloody hands on deck to save me from falling
We keep on watching winding winds, praying for them to let us in
Sins that take us down to unnatural grounds, no more clowning about, shrouding ourselves in stricken panic, oceans upon oceans of self doubt
We cry because we all fall of our own accord
Those thunderous sounds, they scratch out our lifeless bellows, flailing shouts
Shark-eyed to the last, desperate to do their job, get it just right this time, a sleight of rapturous jaw
I saw them coming, running on wheels, out to steal a very real existence

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