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There’s a layer af darkness beneath the first
Where people lock their doors at night
Where apathy is the king and enemy
And old whores and junkies have the sense to go inside

There’s a layer of darkness beneath the next
Where young men lay below their wives
And heat rocks off our naked flesh
And the only aphrodisiac is the one inside your mind

There’s a layer of darkness beneath the sex
Where there’s nothing to feel at all
Where old men bemoan their own mortality
And children wonder where their daddies coud have gone

There’s a layer of darkness beneath the last
Where your loves and hates are realized
Where all your impulses reside
Where lovers are afraid to probe, the chamber beyond despair or hope,
The center of the universe
Where your vision of "you" has meaning.

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