Honda Car and Now
Rain hard, wipers clear our viewThis Maya storm is dense
The clock marks the mechanical time
Hair, hair, everywhere
A massive attack on what is seen
Our field of vision filled with replica human heads
Color, sticks, all kinds of cover
To change what is naturally here
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