Pale blue alloys cover everything
Ominous control in every living thing
Dead crossed the membrane to the other side
From the skin-tight room
Inhabits our lives
A skin-tight costume we see here
Reflecting posures and postures
And symbols in air
Contact between worlds
Creates a dimensional stare
Out of love and connection we show we care
It is not reality
But a room of paintings
Capturing the reverb of music
In this structure built
In the middle of nowhere
We paint and hum the minds assemblies
To establish order
In the land of insanity
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