Crimes (MN) - Gold in Your Eyes | Текст песни

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• Crimes (MN)
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Words with lofty ends.
Piety infused.
Gentleness is dead.
All and all abused.
Grafter in design, so delicately.
A symbolic sign without decency.
There's gold in your eyes. Sand in your palm.
Remorse now depends.
Blindfolded amused.
Molded to intend.
Sighted and infused.
Dingy in a den, a creeper awaits.
Bring the bodies in, a peeper on tape.
There's gold in your eyes. Sand in your palm.

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