Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane
It is myself I have never met whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind
Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass.
She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.
the chicken's still dancing the chicken won't stop
Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.