[ Seekir - Zola Jesus ]
You'll never know,
What I hide....
I'll never tell,
It isn't there inside...
Perfect size...
Perfect lies......
A perfect chance,
To seize the lance...
To slash the wrist,
Before you bump the fist...
There's only you...
You're nothin' inside...
In the queue,
To raise the tide....
Stuck with yourself.
No one to help....
Stuck in the grey area....
Leash around your neck....
You're pulled firmly back,
To the old hysteria....
You still wanna know...
The thing I hide...
A cotton candy goes waste on a dandy ride....
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