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Glass Eye


When the entrance becomes an exit You know it's time to pack it up And just when the pain begins to lessen And all your lessons have been learned It's finally time for flesh to be burned Can you dig it? Six feet underground Everything you lost has now been found It's time to say your goodbyes and bid farewell Out of sight, out of mind And this is the way I've lived my whole life And, by golly, this is the way I'll die The face-to-face confrontation Is something I may never accomplish Out of sight, out of mind All I can do is sit here And watch the world change Where no day is ever the same Nothing will ever make this right As I watch with a glass eye Never blinking, I witness it all The pain is right in front of me If I try to step over, I'll fall And I cannot break these glass eyes As telling as a crystal ball Within them exists no lies Out of sight, out of mind Or else I'll rip out these glass eyes
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