I see you I see you
In layers In layers
There’s pieces There’s pieces
And players And players

There’s bad stuff I like
And good stuff I hate
Billions and billions
Of pieces relate

The world is splintered and fragmented
Everyone will be a killer and a bitch
There are pieces of you in pieces of me

I can see you when you’re old
I can see you when you’re young
I can see my old man hands
Traveling through cosmic lands

I’ve been there before, walking on a wire
They made me stay, and the flames got higher and higher
Frame it, frame it, keep it on the back wall
Leave your house and lock the door
Run away and stay outside
Cause the Devil’s in there
And he’d love to tan your hide

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