Suns beating down on the earth's crust
And warming skin deep
But inside we remain cold
Inside is the arctic
Skin melts
Tissues constrict
Bones flake
Organs idle
Were no longer alive
Now here's our soul
Surfacing
Taking control
There goes our bodies
There goes our make up
There goes our clothes
And there goes our sterotype
When it all melts away
All that remains
Is that struggling soul
Freed from a materialistic mind
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