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your eyes followed me here
your eyes seemless 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 and
forge diamonds from the coal
they race me along
the infinite synapse of white lines
and then while chasing the dawn
with storybook syntax your eyes
slit the throat of all i know
about myself in this life
this silhouette lie
and your eyes speaking in tounges, vigilante still
filling my lungs, testing my will
they leave me broken and bruised and bleeding
your eyes resting in flame
leave me breathless again
like hydrogen
split on faultlines
or ten years living with
exposure to radon, your eyes
slit the throat of all i know
about myself in this life
this silhouette lie
slit the throat of all i know
about myself in this life
this silhouette lie
slit my throat, 'cause i know
that this life is a lie
so slit my throat