| When you gaze into your polished metal plates
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| You picture the face of a man who longs to see his soul
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| But claws are claws
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| Whether sharpened or painted or blunted
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| From hours of bounding
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| One-track-minded, through the snow
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| I have arrived
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| An exile too inferior for your highness to fight
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| Armored
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| Not humored
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| And prepared to seize your life
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| The prisoner I came to rescue sits down to watch the fight
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| With tears in her eyes
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| Who knew a tongue could do so much harm
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| Lying in one’s mouth
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| Dancing to music that wasn’t really there
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| Muttering about moments we never even shared
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| Your twisted jaw moves
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| But you’ve lost all sound
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| How soon till your breath runs out
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| When the others gaze into your polished eyes
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| As glassy as the doll’s you hold to represent your soul
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| They witness the face of an animal acting like a man
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| In their confusion, you dressed them in sashes and perfume
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| But the stench seeps through
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| I long to scream
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| My country
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| This is not how we were supposed to live
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| And with each mortifying blow
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| I’m fading rapidly
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| Get up
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| I hear that faithful onlooker plead
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| She won’t insult me by looking away
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| When I start to bleed
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| Who knew a tongue could do so much harm
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| Lying in one’s mouth
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| Dancing to music that wasn’t really there
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| Muttering about moments we never even shared
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| Your twisted jaw moves
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| But you’ve lost all sound
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| How soon till your breath runs out
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| One leap
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| One strike
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| And the metal snaps away from your face
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| That chattering jaw comes unhinged
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| And your insincere tongue hangs down from your neck
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| I plunge through the ribs and grasp the steaming
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| Slippery heart
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| It slides down my throat and I am king again
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| Tear down these garish walls and let the prisoners free
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| Throw their gaudy stones out to the sea
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| Rip these dolls limb from limb
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| Claws proudly unsheathed
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| Our souls were never meant to be seen |