Tekst piosenki
Pinned inside a dome of blown glass
A lepidopterist of the everlasting class
Wings spread wide on a cotton board
Catalogued and labelled, absolutely adored
I am the specimen behind the rope
I am the taxidermy of undead hope
Open the cabinet, breathe the dust in
Every preserved thing remembers its skin
Specimen glass, hold me to the light
Display me in the gallery of the infinite night
Specimen glass, pin me to the frame
I am the exhibit no one dares to name
A curator's glove of chamois and care
Adjusting the fangs with a scholar's prayer
The label reads: origin unrecorded
A predator mounted, a beauty hoarded
Two centuries of patience under seal
An acquisition far too sharp to feel
Specimen glass, hold me to the light
Display me in the gallery of the infinite night
Specimen glass, pin me to the frame
I am the exhibit no one dares to name
In the archive where the air is thin
In the vault where preservation begins
The glass was blown before the world had names
The specimen survives, the collector's shame
Specimen glass, hold me to the light
Display me in the gallery of the infinite night
Specimen glass, pin me to the frame
I am the exhibit no one dares to name
