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It looks like I've been thrown In to the belly of the beast
Sky scraping blades of broken bone make up her teeth
Her belly rumbles like a train on the subways underneath
And she screams like braking steel on its wheels

I quiver like a kite that's pulling tight against its string
I cower and creep just like the cockroaches that tremble at my feet
There must have been a siren singing, left me longing to stay in
As I struggle to see
How there could be any beauty in this beast

All I see is cinder blocks, capping clouds like bottle tops
Bathed fluorescently in light that never stops
So with the moths out on parade, I follow on their escalade
To see the fuss this reptile's reputation made

I quiver like the feathers, of the sky rats in the wind
I cower and creep just like the rodents, seeking refuge from the street
There must have been a siren singing, left me longing to stay in
As I slowly came to see, how there could be any beauty in this beast

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