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Get in your zone, dont even look at them at all
Their shallow observations will only stall the transformation
Youve become art, how could they even start to see
Beyond your presentation when theyve got no imagination
But I admit it would be easier to be relieved
Of all this shame and not have to wear it on my sleeve
I imagine its quite nice for you to have
So many chances oh so many ways to be redeemed
But as for me I can only be forgiven
If I'm givin myself up to you on a silver serving tray
Must I bare myself to the stabbing
Of your knife and gnashing teeth
While our lovely company appears so entertained
Ah yes, good etiquette demands
I remain soft and accessible in the face of my own ending
So I will try to be discreet thru my full-blown implosion
I’ll stay golden and retreat into my sweetest fantasy
(The one where you are crying and I dont do anything at all)
My world has turned so cold but I wont cry
'Cause icicles dont soften when they die so why should I
Icicles dont soften when they die
They sharpen into sabers and they stab you in the eye