that little spying eye
praise I?
scheme away and lie
buzz away insignificant fly
under the stars in darkness alongside the glowing moon
it's nearly noon and you're dead
laying in bed
a gunshot to your head
wish I knew when instead
under the stars in darkness alongside the glowing moon
you won't be coming home soon
the whispering winds of winter
are speaking bleaker
shadows glow darkly
then we witness the rotten moon
pleading and pleading I'm not a sinner
I... I... I feel so much weaker
Farewell.
Do I care?
Hardly.
that little spying eye
praise I?
scheme away and lie
buzz away insignificant fly
under the stars in darkness alongside the glowing moon
it's nearly noon and you're dead
laying in bed
a gunshot to your head
wish I knew when instead
under the stars in darkness alongside the glowing moon
you won't be coming home soon
the whispering winds of winter
are speaking bleaker
shadows glow darkly
then we witness the rotten moon
pleading and pleading I'm not a sinner
I... I... I feel so much weaker
Farewell.
Do I care?
Hardly.
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