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Текст песни Vertical Transmission

with broken arms, a nasty note and a dead rat,
I carry with me her suspension of disbelief
why can't I be the genius
who solved the greatest problems of his time?
am I even beyond metaphorical assistance?
why must I be a paint brush
when we need a wrench?
her arrival at the correct velocity
in order to perceive has been canceled,
and filed away this abstraction shall repeat in sequence