yeah yeah they're out masquerading. she trying to be you trying to be him trying to be me trying to be you, except not really you, just your chiral deviant, your horizontal planar image, your dark reflection. we'd spin around, you and me, white and black, till there are monochromatic explosions in your head of heads, each one like a stroke, like bloodied fireworks and it just be like it used to be fire and ice ecstasy and agony and then nothing we'd be demon masked and out parading.
