wearing    the   tears        
         of failed workers        
    as water  pearls on her scales    
                                          
     the two  beams  of  a  quasar    
                                          
  
       it's, miku, the bright light,      
        the center of the universe        
  
                                          
    launched  to  envelop  the  earth   
  and to watch and open her floodgates  
          even   so  often          
                                          
    to  lead the  animal  choir     
                                          
      now she's eyeing you      
     with a  disinterested face     
                                          
     now  she's eyeing  you       
    tracing the shape of things     
          to come