Another storm is rolling throughAn olive branch just hit the
I can see you nowYou're looking far awayI wonder if
Like a spider spinning webs in your fetid holeYou measure
Pacing in a gilded cageYouthful lust turns to rageYou turn
Your stolen innocence lost beyond recoveryA cold ambivalence desecrates that
Kneel on sacred reeds and kiss the rising sunA wild
Loveless, soul-less robots made out of skinManicure, accessorize, cover up
The house is growing quiet, the vigil will beginA nightly
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