The Wtinkle In An Eye Is About To Be Blackened Songtext
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This cacophony of words
Passing, yet to be felt
In the hands, on the chests
Of weighted dreamers
This cacophony of words
Passing, yet to be felt
In the hands, on the chests
Of weighted dreamers
These vibrations known in the nerves
That go numbing
Back to where sight and sound are one
That go numbing
Back to where sight and sound are one
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