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Aseph OThere's a traitor in our midstAnd a car crash up ahead Powder white eyes Debonair and paranoid An incandescent fury As I ask myself something But I don't know the answer This vitriol is plundered Something extraordinary Refreshes my memory Sound-bitten reinvention And facial reconstruction A skin tight aesthetic The scent of anaesthetic The fate of our siblings Will be decided tonight |