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My eyes went up to Heave
You didn't say I'd be blin
without them
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Thine eyes rain down from Heave
You always said I'd be blin
without them
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Those words hang like vicious spittl
dribbling from that tongu
Close your eyes to your lie
Force feed more pious meat
Those nebulous codes and disipline
Stick in that new born throa
Instill a lie-an artificial ey
to view a perfect land
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Can I?-Stick skewers in my ski
and whirl a dervish spi
Can I?-set myself on fir
to prove some kind of desire
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The guilt is golde
The guilt is golde
Those ageless lie
The shuttered eye
It's the nightpiec
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