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