Gown open to the front
This tech and I are old comrades
Put your hand on the bar
The cold of the machine doesn't offend me
Put your shoulder down
The whirr of the poison doesn't distress me
Don't move
I feel like a dancer contorted in a still
Don't breathe
Easy as the film rolls on
This tech and I are old comrades
Put your hand on the bar
The cold of the machine doesn't offend me
Put your shoulder down
The whirr of the poison doesn't distress me
Don't move
I feel like a dancer contorted in a still
Don't breathe
Easy as the film rolls on
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