Reduce the status of a man
And watch his face distort
The press of age the loss
The tears consumed by secret
Thoughts and
Through these tears
Through these tears
The sun is black the left hand
Path, a love and trust betrayed
This holy flight was just the
Catalyst of ones decay and
Through these eyes
Through these eyes
How we grow dull when the
Purpose is masked with our
Lives in our hands, what will
Bring freedom is the end
Desire, desire!
Tell me how was I supposed
To know, that what I hold
So precious, I let go
If I bare the whip with
The complaint, how can
Expect you'd the same
Through these eyes
It is not prudent to investigate
A fools complaint, You can't
Account for human weakness
Into our descent and
Through these eyes
Through these eyes

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