There's more to me than meets the eye. Layers and layers of undiscovered beauty. Many have gone where you tread today, cutting into the labyrinth of levels.
There's more to me than meets the eye. I stick you with a thin goo, sacrificed from the lower ranks of my cells.
There's more to me than meets the eye. You peel my skin, when away from me I instruct it to crumble, just before you reach the "bin".
There's more to me than meets the eye. But you just can't see it because they sting.
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