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This line is metaphysical And on the one side, on the one side The bad half live in wickedness And on the other side, on the other side The good half live in arrogance And there's a steep slope with a short rope This line is metaphysical And there is a steady flow moving to and fro And oh look you earned your wings Are you an angel now, or a vulture Constantly hovering over Waiting for a big mistake Oh my God, what have I done? Wouldn't you love to be? On the cover of a magazine Healthy skin, perfect teeth Designed to hide what lies beneath I feel the darkness growing stronger As you cram light down my throat How does that work out for you? In your holy quest to be above reproach