They had painted her face like a man'snMistake,nLike a mental statenGangbangingnA sad return to the eagle-shaped mirrornI'm the kind of mannequin that cheats andnOpens its eyes to the ladies of the spreadnnShe took me home and spit in my drinknShe spoke of Jermaine Grier and freedom I don't know what to thinknI took her standing in the kitchen ass against the sinknShe draped me in a stolen(what kind?) I think Malaysian minknShe threw me out into the snow; I waited for the busnUp come some values voters screaming, 'are you one of us'nI said of course man, can't you see I've got some text reconstruction?n(What does that mean?)nNo cluenIt must be an illicit pentagramn(What are you talking about?)nNo cluennI check my shutter speed, my aperture, my dominonCan't focus, can't stop staring at the face I used to knownThis life is not a prison: we are always free to go, anytimennChinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese stars at the rock said the rock Chinese starsnnI'm trying to interfacenYou met me at such a dismal point on the arcnI think I understand what you were sayingnAbout the smiles of the skullsnThe spastic face was the last onenOur luck was whitenI read it with my head open,nOnly slightly crackednSomeone will have to close it when I'm donenMake the most out of the visualsnWhile walking through the woodsnI noticed someone had built a house for nobody in particularnnThey want to destroy usn(I know)nIt's time to penetrate, their fantasy