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This line is metaphysical And on the one side, on the one side The bad have lived in wickedness And on the other side, on the other side The good have lived in arrongance And there's a steep slope With a short rope This line is metaphysical And there's a steady flow Moving to and fro Oh, look you earned your wings Are you an angel, now Or a vulure Constantly hovering over Waiting for the big mistake Oh, my God, what have I done? 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?