lies die under the skies light

when i met u i met hell.

oh how well you meddle!

must you test the metal

in the middle of my mind?

o the silly things you sell

didnt mama ever tell

its not well

to cheat the blind

when even you cant see the signs

its unkind to pay no mind

to the victims of our crime

lets all pine for the sun to shine

and clear the shadows for a short time


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