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Idol Eyes
Cannot seem to see past alive deprived of the blindside.
Handle bars crooked I'm lost within this sense of direction.
Shaken to the core level mountains poisoned shores.
Inner turmoil from sands to oil, lucrative in nature.
Seldom to the truth truly believe I'm the creator.
The almighty so fight for me, destructive ideology. --
Idol me, disruptive to the tracks a train of thoughts my enemy.
This economy is clever to endeavor my self preservation.
So slave away to survive within the war inside these eyes design.
