The jewel, the prize
Looking into your eyes.
Cool pools drown your mind
What else will you find.
I heard a rumour,
It was just a rumour.
I heard a rumour
What have you done to her.
Myriad lights.
They said I'd be impressed.
Arabian Knights.
At your primitive best.
A tourist oasis
Reflects in seedy sunshades .
A monstrous oil tanker,
It's wound bleeding in seas.
I heard a rumour
What have you done to her.
I heard a rumour
What have you done to her.
Veiled behind screens
Kept as your baby machine
Whilst you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things.
Ripped out sheeps eyes,
No forks or knives.
Myriad lights.
They said I'd be impressed.
Arabian Knights.
At your primitive best.
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