Seventh Bell Number

With the swank of a hypocrite,

He hands over his eyes

He relieves the lies

She’s summoned inside

But i don’t confess

i don’t confess

i don’t confess

There’s only so much collar of a jacket to inhale

Only so many times to say a word and induce Complete enticing blissful

Blackmail

Give him back his eyes

Give him back his eyes

Give him back my eyes

Because they’re always led astray by his peripheral demise