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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 disciplines
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 night piece
It's the icon
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The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Golden, golden
Golden, golden