come with me
there's something here
I want you to see
don't tell your friends
they might not
believe
come inside
it's right behind
the door in front of me
and worry
that it isn't make believe
I can feel the lesions in your eyes
don't fear
there's something here
that wants you to see
go tell your friends
though they might not believe
come inside
it's right behind
this door in front of me
and worry
that it isn't make believe
disguises threading needles through your eyes
pleasures forth it's mighty fond of night
and I can hear your thought
all these scars have vanished from your eyes
hindsite is something more
I want you too see
I'll tell you dear
it wouldn't make believe
disguises fondling pleasures from your eyes
disguises calling riches from your eyes
I can see the light befall your eyes
disguises ripping fingers from your eyes
and while inside
we listen
for your eyes
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