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Surface scratches on counters and walls

I see them burn my eyes

See my invasion of the plexi-glass stalls

The slow fermenting sties

See my invasion of the working class zoo

As I connect the line

A thousand faces and a lot more to lose

Her destiny was mine

I didn't rape her

She wanted it

She said she got it my head

I didn't start her

She started it

Now she's as good as dead... the sheets are red

She said she had me by the ass

And that she always knew

That nothing's ever behind glass

There's nothing to see through

Nobody ever saw themselves

That way that I saw her

But now the glass is shattering

And now she's not so sure