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With broken arms, a nasty note, and a dead rat
I carry with me, her suspension of disbelief
Why can't I be the genius
Who solved the greatest problems of his time?
Why can't I be?
Am I even beyond metaphorical existence
Why must I be a paint brush
When we need a wrench?
Why can't I be?
Why can't I be?
Why can't I be?
Why can't I be the genius
Who solved the greatest problems of his time?
Why can't I be?
Her arrival at
The correct velocity
In order to perceive
Has been canceled, and filed away
This abstraction shall repeat
Shall repeat, shall repeat, shall repeat
Shall repeat, shall repeat, shall repeat
Shall repeat, shall repeat, shall repeat...