Complicated eyes blood red
Loyal to the end.
Ever the martyr,
You would die for my sins.
You will make me see that.

Obsession?
Perhaps...

The winds of change
How swiftly they come.
Time to purge,
I should die for my sins.
You will make me see that.

Self Preservation?
God yes...

You offered your soul
To the father of lies.
Let me inside,
People should know of my sins.
You will make them see that.

Justification?

No fuckin' way!!!

You can't feel me, kid.
I'm just your rocket man, kid.
A jetpack jaguar in your midnite jungle.
Shouldn't feed the animals
If you don't want to get bit.

Introduction?
Indeed...

I can read you though, baby.
Your just a penis flytrap, baby.
A razor-blade rumba on a full moon timer.
Wouldn't hit the floor
If you don't hear the music.

Self Realization?
God please...

Put down my rabbit, baby.
Take your pills and listen, kid.
Isn't always about charging windmills.
Sometimes... well, a lot of the time...
It is purely about charging asses.

Satisfaction?
Oh hell yeah!!!

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