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I know you can see it
A fleck of pepper in a salt mine
The burned hand teaches
But it reaches for the wrong kind
Fully minted
More than you would like to admit it
You were chosen for the wrong side
The sinister cathedral, incompetence or evil
The shadow of the antichrist

Just like a spider in a web of wire
You must grow tired
Just like a spider in a web of wire
You must grow tired

So consumed with greed, forgot who you used to be
But found an appetite
Tempting and ambrosian
Like the bottom of the ****ing ocean
Get dragged in a slack tide
And there's nowhere left to hide
What's the use in trying
No one's hiding anymore
We all beg and plead to suffer
Licking silver at the last supper
No one's even hiding anymore
Don't you think you're smart?
Your rotten black heart
Hitched a ride on a dark star
Everyone's a critic
But what if we asked you to end it
It could be a new start
We know you can see it

Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside
Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside
Every eye
Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside
Every eye
Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside
Half a mind
Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside
Half a mind
Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside
Every eye
Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside
Every eye
Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside
Half a mind
Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside
To watch you die in the house fire
Half a mind
Every eye can see you
Watching from the hearse parked outside