If you should go skating on the thin ice of modern life,
dragging behind you, the silent reproach of a million blood stained eyes
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice appears under your feet.
You step out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear creaping behind you as you crawl
The Thin Ice.
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