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EYES ARE COLD AS ICE
JUST WHEN I'M IN MY SHELL
WEEPING OUT
FOR GRIEFGOING FAINT.

EYES ARE COLD AS ICE
JUST WHEN I'M IN MY SHELL
I'M WEEPING OUT FOR GRIEF,
SOON GETS GOING FAINT.
IT'S SO HARD FOR ME
TO STAND THET THROBBING PAIN
INTO MY FLESH AND VEIN.
LIKE HARDSHIPS
I MUST GO THROUGH.
THERE'S NOTHING
BUT PLASTIC SMILE.
THERE'S NOTHING
BUT PLASTIC SMILE.
THERE'S NOTHING
BUT PRACTICED SMILE
AND I'M ONE FEEBLE STEREOTYPE.
AFFECTION WITH NO REASON,
TREMBLING END IN VEIN.
I'M A STRANGER IN A HAZE
CLOSING IN MY GAZE.
NATIVE NEEDINESS
AND BULLSHIT DAY TO DAY
STABLE DISCORDS CLANG.
I CAN'T HEEP SINKING INTO...
THERE'S NOTHING
BUT PLASTIC SMILE.
THERE'S NOTHING
BUT PLASTIC SMILE.
THERE'S NOTHING
BUT PRACTICED SMILE
AND I'M ONE FEEBLE STEREOTYPE.

DEEP BLINDED NETHER LIFE IS
WHAT I WANT.
YOU CAST ANOTHER VIEW
ON A WINDING ROAD.
DEEP BLINDED NETHER LIFE IS
WHAT I WANT.
YOU CAST ANOTHER VIEW
ON A WINDING ROAD ROAD.