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Dead eyes, I only call you when you're in my
Died too young, the then, it was obscene
I am by love
I am by love

I'll never the secrets of my family
Bled out, a cult of
The is wheeling, my love
Riding on the back of a hell caused

One ear to the
One eye on the
My tongue on pulse
My finger in wound

Sweet dead eyes, I long to hear you
Sweet dead eyes, I long to see your
Sweet eyes, I long for that illustrious hiss
Sweet eyes, I know you feel it

No turning back, God knows what we're headed for
The flowers bloom, the sun

Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,
Flux, hiss, welt,