There is a black hand
It trembles
You cut it off
There are worms sizzling in it
A light hits the eye
Like a rusty nail
There is one stone away
There's one edge
And the gravel rattles the deck
Tells you to shut up
Cries a burning fire
There's one memory, there's one grave
When involuntarily born
It lives dead
Only involuntarily is born
Always wakes up dead
You blind
Now you sing Sing
A wink
A rusty nail
You are what you don't see
And you only see what you aren't

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