Your eyes, followed me here
Your eyes, seamless and sure
They leave me broken and, in need of a cure
Your eyes, followed me here
Your eyes, sifting my soul
They leave me broken hands,
Those diamonds from the coal
They lace me along,
Giving synapse of white lines
Then chasing the dawn,
Story book syntax
Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know
About myself and this life
Silhouette lies
And your eyes, speaking in tongues
Vigilant still, filling my lungs
Testing my will
They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding
Your eyes, resting in flame,
Leaven me breathless again
Like hydrogen spread on fault lines
Or dead, kissing me with exposure to radon
Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know
About myself and this life
Silhouette lies
Your eyes, your eyes
Speaking in tongues
Vigilant still, lead our way
Filling my lungs
Testing my will
You slit the throat, of I know
About myself and this life
Silhouette lies
You slit my throat
Because I know,
That this life, is a lie
So slit my throat. |
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