You're consuming my eyes.
Beautiful lies.
There's something wrong with the light
I just can not see you right.
You're made of safire.
Mouth of fire,
cry as the night
is finally made of vice.
Look up, release.
May my heart make peace.
Oh, eyes full of lies,
decieve me through the rise,
make me come pure, miss
the darkness before in sight.
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