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Marching Tempo
why do you confuse things
my mystical leanings are obvious
and still you confuse things
you love me in spite of reality
simple case of you're crazy
and the way that we were is dead
it's been years i'm still in your head
and the smell of her skin stays behind
oh, here's another one / fat fucking greedy hands
she gonna take something try changing who i am
why do you confuse me annoint me crimson and gold in hand?
and still you confuse me i'll rake away taking and taking more
Enlightened i tell you of things lurking just outside
a childhood so tragic corrupted so young is why
one turns inside revealing another clings anywhere anyone has the time
why do you confuse things? my apathy's nothing but self defense
and still you'd bleed for me, bear my children through desperate days
I take
