I didn't tell you the truth
Maybe that's why,
That the gloomy self-implication still shed lights on my lies
The shapes of them being so clear,
Don't you see?
What a clumsy composition,
The distortion we had all comes too close
I can see it clearly
That lust for love were so bare and mutilated
It imprisoned itself and shouted for humiliation, ridiculously
And in the middle of the picture,
The densest and most twisted part--
People are clamorosly watching
Its being beheaded, by seeing and deceit
Yet I never know what the accusation was
--
It's like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don't bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
You come here to me.
We'll pick up those lonely parts and set them down
-Interpol <Leif Erikson>
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