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My eyes went up to Heaven

You didn't say I'd be blind

without them

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Thine eyes rain down from Heaven

You always said I'd be blind

without them

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Those words hang like vicious spittle

dribbling from that tongue

Close your eyes to your lies

Force feed more pious meat

Those nebulous codes and disiplines

Stick in that new born throat

Instill a lie-an artificial eye

to view a perfect land

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Can I?-Stick skewers in my skin

and whirl a dervish spin

Can I?-set myself on fire

to prove some kind of desire

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The guilt is golden

The guilt is golden

Those ageless lies

The shuttered eyes

It's the nightpiece

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