Your eyes, your concrete eyes
Cross crisscross my path
Walking in circular
Running away from this earth
May it pass away in the
Leech, leech with two daughters
Give, give they cry
Her name is,
It's all done wrong, or so it appears
It is all
Run far away from what you have created
You have created
Rewind the cycle, the cycle
My regret is the world I
Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare
In
White tie, black jacket
I ain't see you in a while
Your
Time can kill the greatest of men
Even the strongest find
Staring at the world through the whole you put in
It feels so good up to my skin, yeah
One more
Contract, contract
Contract, contract of black halos
Go, run your mouth
Your op
We walked on glass all day long
With eyes rolled back
It
I will speak careful formulations of defense, these wary methods
Words
They rest, they rest, they rest, they rest
They rest on
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