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"The Bitter Pill," (Just Swallow that Bitch)."
I see the world through different
eyes...
Sometimes bloodshot, sometimes
sober
I see the world through different
eyes...
Sometimes tear-stained, sometimes
dry
Forgiveness ain't mine
Lost race, mankind's an cold case
that'll never be solved;
Fucked and flawed
No God's to save;
Mercies a myth that's a waste
and Grace a lie perpetrated to
dupe us all
Can You see with the passage of
time;
Can You ascertain as You with age
gain Wysdom that we're just
specimens in jar... unfinished products
on an assembly line
In a pressure cooker that over time
fray and in the end, die
Been left behind, on our own to our
demise to just realize that there's
nothing much more than to all just...
See the world through different
eyes...
Sometimes bloodshot, sometimes
sober
See the world through different
eyes...
Sometimes tear-stained, sometimes
dry
Forgiveness ain't mine; forgiveness is a
virtue that's come and gone
Far gone into the passages of time and
hidden in the dark recesses of the mind...
Buried somewhere behind the darkened (L)eyeS
eyes...
Sometimes bloodshot, sometimes
sober
I see the world through different
eyes...
Sometimes tear-stained, sometimes
dry
Forgiveness ain't mine
Lost race, mankind's an cold case
that'll never be solved;
Fucked and flawed
No God's to save;
Mercies a myth that's a waste
and Grace a lie perpetrated to
dupe us all
Can You see with the passage of
time;
Can You ascertain as You with age
gain Wysdom that we're just
specimens in jar... unfinished products
on an assembly line
In a pressure cooker that over time
fray and in the end, die
Been left behind, on our own to our
demise to just realize that there's
nothing much more than to all just...
See the world through different
eyes...
Sometimes bloodshot, sometimes
sober
See the world through different
eyes...
Sometimes tear-stained, sometimes
dry
Forgiveness ain't mine; forgiveness is a
virtue that's come and gone
Far gone into the passages of time and
hidden in the dark recesses of the mind...
Buried somewhere behind the darkened (L)eyeS
Published 9th Jun 2015
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