Some flames are too small to run down the stick
Put them back in the box and throw the whole thing out
Howls stretch across the jet black
The place where cacti die and no climate ripe with fruit
The spiny splint the fractured night
Where the cliffs are center-cut and the hides are rugged
A hand will wipe it that way
Ghastly and dream, gives it a sheen
Let 'em make their own out of it
Don't give an opinion
Slippin' wet rocky overhangs
Sliding down the night
Watch it change before your eyes a thousand times
Before the sand buries your tries
You can't avert your eyes when you're locked in glass ice
You can't divert your mind when you're locked in glass ice
You can't abort your sight when you're locked in a glass eye
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