The Smile — Thin Thing

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Down a rabbit hole
We go
As the flames grow higher
For unbeliever

Making mushrooms out of men
‘Til she turns us back again
To a face of solid gold
Solid gold
Sycophantic fawners
In double quick time

The beginning at the end

‘Til she turns us back again

First, she’ll pull your fingers off
And then she’ll pull your toes
And then she’ll steal the photos from your phone

You won’t notice

Our echo doesn’t hear us
Anymore
Hanging on a cloth edge
By it’s finger

Making mushrooms out of men (men)
That’s okay, I guess

If you like this kind of, kind of thing
This kind of thin, thin, thin, thin, thing
These kinda mushrooms
These kinda ripples
These kinda nipple
This kind of thin, thin, thin, thin, thin, thing

Like this king of thing

Like this kind of thin, thin, thing

Like this kind of thing

Like this kind of thing
Like this kinda ripple
Like this kind-kind of
Like this kind of thing