How can you feel me?... You have no hands... You build & build... Yet bare no sun tan... Your feet show no scars... No callous or cracks... Your shoes still new... No ware on their tracks... How do you see?... With two glass eyes... One littered with sleep... One coated with stys... Your foundation is rotten... Your parts divisible... This is your fate... When you join The Invisibles ®Crystal Price ®Crystal Cunha