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From the moment I woke In receipt of a blackmail note And these curious eyes A new disease of the last seen eyes A live Christ in the city I got my black-eyed mind I'm gonna poison up the wrong way 'round Like a bad design It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul I won't give you the time It's greed sparked in a goldmine I can't view your condition It's as failed as they come Great failures are forced Into our famished eyes with a gun It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun Your point of collapse My mark of indifference It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun It's not like you care Even at my insistence It's all fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun I won't give you the time It's grief sparked in a goldmine It's in the way that I'm cold Left dealing with a famished soul It's all as fake as they come Burn my eyes like a sunset gun Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) |