Eye, someone's eye
Like a spy is looking
Into my soul
Drilling there a hole
Proving that everything
Is so insecure,
Is so false,
Is so rotten
Lost in the faith
You take a knife
In order to taste
Try, try to buy
A little bit of clear sky
Maybe you could lie
That here everything could be bought
Because everything
Is so insecure,
Is so false,
Is so rotten

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