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Tell Tale
Guest
Peel back the eyelids
Pluck out the eyes
Place them on the fingertips so they can see your lies
Your insides
Heart pumping hate pumping anger outside
Tied up in ribbons of blackish rebellion against all you deny
And I sigh
Because I know that the one thing you won't let die
Is reality: your guilt.
Pluck out the eyes
Place them on the fingertips so they can see your lies
Your insides
Heart pumping hate pumping anger outside
Tied up in ribbons of blackish rebellion against all you deny
And I sigh
Because I know that the one thing you won't let die
Is reality: your guilt.
