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 Music: W. Eikeland Wax hardens, dripping from my eyes And it glissens madly, glissens with surprise I can't remember what a mirror sees And I don't think that it remembers me And I need it, candles to the blind A world of photos black and white combined And I need them angels dancing in my head But I don't believe in what the Bible says Geography and love's a cup of tea Or maybe java, depending on degree I have a friendship of making love to war Without protection, now what the hell's it for And I married each day to make it to the next But soon I'm drowning in a lake of wax I watched my decay settle in the dust While I shed my Wax Tears turning them to rust I am a sickness infecting only me Your are my distance term profanity And I can't murder because I'm not allowed I like the silence when heartbeats cease to pound And I found a casket surrounding all my bones And I woke to darkness, couldn't feel my toes And I watched you crying and drying in the rain While I was six feet under yesterday It's only a matter of time before time doesn't matter anymore It's only a matter of time before time doesn't matter anymore It's only a matter of time |
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