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The veneer has been varnished, our hope has been harnessed,
and hung up to blow on the gallows,
and my sanity faint, unfamiliar and fake,
now my joys have turned to relief.

Oh man, don’t open your eyes and you’ll never grow old –
old man, don’t wish for the sun cause these days it is cold –
cold man, don’t try for the dreams that you daren’t understand –
don’t question why, just don’t open your eyes and you’ll never go blind...

Am i too dumb for words, am i too numb for lust?
Am i too young to know of desire?
Am i too young for her, am i too fun to trust?
Am i too wet to let near the fire?

Tired man, don’t open your eyes and you’ll never grow old,
Old man, why wish for the sun now it’s wrinkled and white,
Tight man, your fate’s up for sale and it’s your turn to bid –
Don’t dare to buy – why? Don’t open your heart and you’ll never get hit...

Deep within, the storm finds calm – a solace in your arms.
Somewhere cold within the sun, my sentence has begun.
Guilty of immortal thoughts and of immoral eyes,
and of this love impossible, from which i cannot hide...

And it’s easy to cry and complain and deny,
and it’s easy to feel I’ve been wronged;
and it’s easy to sing of the death of my mirth,
but what now of this anxious rebirth?

So to hell with their sorrows, to flames with their fire,
let us dance in this shameless inferno –
with thirty foot tongues that enfold and consume,
let us burn in this fury of fumes!

Entombed man, open your eyes or you’ll never see light and
decay man, what use is a fist when there’s no one to fight but your
self man? you’re lost in the gulf of your own troubled mind and you
find man...

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