one-eyed spy would like to cry,
cry..crazy like a baby.
haunted like she wants to die,
but the lies still sing like she's never shy
their thoughts are dark
but they make a good art
when they roar sharp like a shark
to utter pathetic pride, to kill a heart
till be one with earth
there bought a ticket, a ride on a sinking ship
will leave the most trace
one nobody would've guessed
right
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