Some things are better untold though I promised dawn, I just couldn't leave it alone.
I just kept craving the fire, so I swept up my soul & pitched it in the funeral pyre.
Hid in a crack in my home, there are spirit men who touch me when I'm all alone.
Are these men dead or alive? Well it's hard to say when you're underneath a plague of eyes.
plague of eyes.
Trapped in a medium plane
Stuck in limbo
When dead men tickle your face
It's hard to be hero
I started ripping the skin, from my previous friend, I just couldn't leave her alone.
But I swear I covered her eyes, as I propped up her body & slit it clear up the side.
I can't help surrendering
I know that I would rather die.
I can't help surrendering
but there unseen the plague of eyes.
plague of eyes.
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