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4:21old wrinkles, carving canyons and holes furrows on our faces - betraying lines wrinkles, can you see them at all see them all we hang up our dimples on top of the wall forgotten in the slots of shivering wood poles we already heard death ringing the door bell ( or ) crawling below - crawling below old wrinkles, carving canyons and holes furrows on our faces - betraying lines wrinkles, eddies of our souls in plain sight see them all stirring time across our faded face, our melting fate, and glooming age traitors, judas, squatters of our scalps, riddles of our smiles straighten them now, outrageous old scars cover their holes, straighten those lines we loathe deception arises, lingered in its trench oh wrinkles, shimmer in our eyes through their holes and furrows wrinkles, eddies of our souls in plain sight see them all stirring time across our faded face, our melting fate and glooming age deception arises, lingered patient in its trench will catch (gets) us at last