Forgotten throes at anothers lie
Holding down sweet charity
Faithless greeds consolidating
We lay our own conscience to rest
With western eyes and serpent's breath
The heart of love is their only light
At the view
Yes i'm breaking
But i'll be aching
At the scenes just like you
They have values of a certain taste
The innocent they can hardly wait
To crucify invalidating
With western eyes and serpent's breath
They lay their own conscience to rest
Turning to dishonesty
Hidden heroes candidly
But then they lie and then they dare to be
So i'm aching
At the view
At the scenes just like you
Yes i'm breaking
I feel so cold On hookers and gin
This mess we're in.
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