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Eyelids made of glass
Dark nights are awake
No seal layers thin, thin as paper
Hissing sounds from a brass heater
Claim, brutally gelid

72% cacao turns light into day
Belts, horse whips, twigs and extension cords
Cold endo, hot epi
Stance stay wide and still
Catatonically poised mind to blame

Blank steer with a glance
Cold before the fire
Lids are wide open now
Fear the dark soviet
Time is here