Sand.

Let's bring out the facsimile
You can't tell me it looks translucent
Hiding, hidden
They kept so many secrets from us

You will try to wear your finest linens
To impress
But the personality you lack
Is what would really amend

There are spiders on your lips
I can't see through
All of the cobwebs down here
I knew

I knew I should have listened
When Grandpa told me
Don't ever fuck with a
Time Machine