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Strung up by the wires just to make a liar's pact Divination dire for a gun-for-hire hack Bleeding from the briars, taken under by her act Fire at the garden and the garden fires back Are you still breathing, can you still see? Tearing up flowers, cutting down trees Choking on vines and biting down leaves Living off lies and dying off dreams Tricky pick of thorns, getting cut up by the prick of it Stick it to the thicket, go and get into the thick of it Listen to this bicker fit, get a little sick of it Have it bound in wicker in a written-in indicavit Are you still here or have you gone back? Dragging your feet, stop dead in your tracks Cardiac crimson, immolate black Lying in a lead-lined porcelain plaque Cannonades, cavalcades, promenades, more Playing dumb games, all to settle dumb scores Winning dumb battles, all to lose a dumb war Scattering corpses, skeleton corps Do you still wonder, do you still feel? Does it all matter, is it all real? Edifice golden, carapace steel Turning your tungsten winter-kill wheel