Flatline (The Upgrade)

One side... or the other? You couldn’t tell, could you? Poor baby. Copper-wire hair and a mouthful of tin Paper-white skin, so translucent, so thin You played 'connect-the-dots' with the spots on my face Treating my body like empty space "Is that your back, or is that your chest?" You and your clones, put my patience to the test Just a flat little board in a thrift-store dress. "Front or the back?" – God, you were clever Now you’re stuck in the "never-ever" "Front or the back?" – look at me now I’m the 'holy shit', and you’re the 'how?' (Sound of a detuned harpsichord) The metal melted into a porcelain grin The mane is a forest you’ll never walk in My curves are a map you can't afford to read Now you’re the one with the desperate need Panting like dogs, begging for a glance But you killed your ghost of a chance. It’s not 'revenge', that’s a cliché for the weak It’s just that your soul is... incredibly bleak You only want the '10', you ignore the '1' Well, I’m the solar eclipse, and you’re just... done. I don’t hold a grudge, I just hold the door For a man who saw me when I was "less" and "more". He loves the freckles you used to hate While you’re just a name on a dirty plate Soul to soul, while you’re skin to bone Have fun on your pedestal, all alone. So... which side am I? The side you’ll never touch. Oops.