Letra

Your mind's recursion slowly winds And coils up somewhere logic goes to die And I'm not saying I'm judging you But I see those spiral eyes And I'm not saying I'm watching you But someone always is And that's called justice The things we say don't match what we do We only keep this up while in public view Buried in these misconceptions, so many Buried in your misdirections, so many Bodies The things we say don't match what we know To go forth and multiply lie won't make it so
Writer(s): Benjamin Spees Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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