There's a traitor in our midst
And a car crash up ahead
Powder white eyes
Debonair and paranoid
An incandescent fury
As I ask myself something
But I don't know the answer
This vitriol is plundered
Something extraordinary
Refreshes my memory
Sound-bitten reinvention
And facial reconstruction
A skin tight aesthetic
The scent of anaesthetic
The fate of our siblings
Will be decided tonight
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