Beauty is empty eyes
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Completely void of any warmth or light that complicates our sight
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Meaning succeeds itself and from the ashes raises new beliefs
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That I've never felt
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Doomed to fail, 'cause sound is directional
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And I'm the only one that hears it now
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And I'm the only one that's dead enough to not care, to not feel
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Now I hear it every night, silence seeps in through the windows
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I hear the hollows of your eyes and it becomes you
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It's a nothing that you can't hide
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(Ahhhhh!)
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It's all wrong
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(Quick)
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Does this hurt?
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Abandon sense of "hands don't clap"
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I'll never be the same
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Uneventful Vacation, Pt. 1
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| Commander Venus |
