nothing in this world is pure
the air, the water
constantly being poisoned
Children become corrupt
Everything is essential
Excluding your soul
These worries
These hands
We run wild with our temptations
For the worst
And yet they still get the better of us
And we give in against the grain of our being
We make rain on a sunny day
None the less the dark warm guilt is still an important variable to our blood
It's natural for us to feel this way
I mean, how many people actually agree with their decisions?
"Yes, that cigarette does make a difference."
Is the sound of their own salvation drowning in what it's become
But what a fine detective temptation is
It finds what you need to stay away in a second
And it knows that this is what you want
Red transparency
-
In a sweeping moment
When the light lowers it's defense
Maybe another day
Or sunless morning
Whichever is your favour
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