Bare naked, on hostile ground.
Torn from the womb with gaudy abrasion.
The roaring soliloquy of a fostered pet.
A howl at the moon.
Can you hear me?
(How it shines upon us.)
This fraud, this poor imitation.
(How it shines upon us.)
This fraud, this poor imitation.
(But a flattering one.)
Like a false idol, or a death mask.
This palely drawn still life of godliness.
Who brings unity through vision.
And reflection through the darkness.
Like a false idol, or a death mask.
This palely drawn still life of godliness.
Who brings unity through vision.
And reflection through the darkness.
Reminding us all what we are on this earth
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