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The inhabitants of the tundra
are structurally sound.

In fact they pass
godless into window displays.

How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
has it brought you nearer to self abuse?

I am always pleased
by your gracious excess.

Here, take this too

At times the folds of your skin
shimmer like oil slicks.

How is your fear of mirrors, lately;
has it brought you nearer to self abuse?

I am always pleased
by your gracious excess.

Here, take this too...

these lyrics are submitted by DK
The inhabitants of the tundra  are structurally sound.    In fact they pass  godless into window displays.    How is your fear of mirrors, lately;  has it brought you nearer to self abuse?    I am always pleased  by your gracious excess.    Here, take this too    At times the folds of your skin  shimmer like oil slicks.    How is your fear of mirrors, lately;  has it brought you nearer to self abuse?    I am always pleased  by your gracious excess.    Here, take this too...    these lyrics are submitted by DK