This is really getting to me now
I am blazing
The lights are vicious and cruel
She looks suspicious and brutal
Her eyes are muted (paralized)
Here comes the smell of flowers
And as the drumming gets louder
And I promise to be good
I push away the stars and open wide
Then she got so far,
Her noise echoed back to me in the black
In the Black...
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