22 Even - Tears Lay In a Bed of My Virtue | Текст песни

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• Tears Lay In a Bed of My Virtue

Glass mirrors reflects a new light
Burning in this hole, lacking boldness,
godless,
Intellect of an absent, follow
Up and down the rows and columns
puddles of my
Tears lay in a bed of my virtue,
calmly awaiting
Something of an intricate meaning,
slowly discard these
Errors in human minds
Safely, eyes have control of them
Failing, reject what's in front of me
Carry the past into the night!
Teachings and beatings
masking those dead!
Figures, in distant epitaphs
Hidden away on shelves, let go of me
Proof-of-this
Taking the strength to cry these fucking

Hands holding
These now becoming
Hands holding on
To these sheathes in me.
curse the words,
censored feeling of ennui
Is known to lay waste
Next to remains of a patient growth,
In colder hands
I have seen myself fade away
thru moments
I have seen these
God-damned fools bending
Six sides of perception, breeding
Fear, likely uncontrolled
Fucking whores aborting
Young children live
Deep in the ground, dropping,
Cut the cord, let them lie
on eggshells
how you close their eyes
Fuck how you feel,
See their blank stare,
See them rot there
Stood behind
Stand behind those whores.

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