| They see me there
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| Their eyes are everywhere
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| Sniffing at the linen for the dirt
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| I feel their burning stare
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| That hate will later flare
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| And writhe upon their women full of hurt
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| Lace magic ink with venom, critics
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| Milked from infant teeth
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| Though scathing blows are so arthritic
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| When they’re set on slow repeat
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| They know I care
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| Smell storm clouds in the air
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| Hissing at the bite above my heart
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| But though I dare
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| The dyed black route of splitting hairs
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| I favor not to tempt the poisoned apple cart
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| I feel two needles rising
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| Snake eyes are hypnotizing
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| I know they seethe, despising
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| All that we possess
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| I feel two needles rising
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| The truth is always blinding
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| Their lies, unappetizing
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| Toxins to digest
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| They breed nightmares
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| Dark horses of despair
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| Taking twisted courses in the art
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| And were I there
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| To bet my bones on grave affairs
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| I’d have their guts for garters from the start
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| I feel two needles rising
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| Snake eyes are hypnotizing
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| I know they seethe, despising
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| All that we possess
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| I feel two needles rising
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| The truth is always blinding
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| Their lies, unappetizing
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| Toxins to digest
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| It’s not without hate to crawl flat in the filth
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| As other less basilisks fly
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| And brothers are clasped to the breasts of a sylph
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| As their royal loves slither to die
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| So shedding dead skin, working true colors lose
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| Renewing the red in their eyes
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| They coil like sin within thinning excuse
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| Cold blooded, to sharpen the lies
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| Uncivil serpents, race deceivers
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| Disfigure heads varnished with fevers
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| Snake house creepers in our dreams
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| Of Eden, flee before we mean
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| To throw the worms out with the waters
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| Rife with hated spawn
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| And set a sword to whirl and slaughter
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| All vipers at the gates of dawn |