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The Venetia Fair – Gullinkambi's Return lyrics
Fill their heads with bold assumptions thick with pantomime corruption.
Surely they proved more disruptive than these words are interruptive.
Painted visage veils intention, so I've staged this intervention.
Choking now on revelation, gasp for breaths of blind elation.
This is the recipe for breathing fucking fallacies:
A simple blend of fear and misdirection.
Crusted eyelids over every single rod and cone and twinkle in their eyes.
It's all been written in the scars!
So fuck what you've seen
We're at the end of our rope
Without a second chance to leave a few more feet,
Enough to wrap around tour necks.
We'd hang our bodies from the clouds and tear
What's left of your paradise down!
This is the recipe for honestly and open sores:
A simple blend of painful complications.
Sick confessions cover every single wave of sound that echoes in my ears.
It's all recorded in these songs.
So tell me how I'd ever hear these words and I suppose I'll tell you
Where we've stashed away those insolent freaks.
Here's your fucking hint!
Surely they proved more disruptive than these words are interruptive.
Painted visage veils intention, so I've staged this intervention.
Choking now on revelation, gasp for breaths of blind elation.
This is the recipe for breathing fucking fallacies:
A simple blend of fear and misdirection.
Crusted eyelids over every single rod and cone and twinkle in their eyes.
It's all been written in the scars!
So fuck what you've seen
We're at the end of our rope
Without a second chance to leave a few more feet,
Enough to wrap around tour necks.
We'd hang our bodies from the clouds and tear
What's left of your paradise down!
This is the recipe for honestly and open sores:
A simple blend of painful complications.
Sick confessions cover every single wave of sound that echoes in my ears.
It's all recorded in these songs.
So tell me how I'd ever hear these words and I suppose I'll tell you
Where we've stashed away those insolent freaks.
Here's your fucking hint!
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