My sights, my songs are slightly charred

Well, I see the ones who crawl like moles
Who for a front would trade their souls,
A broken mirror's the only hole for them;
And for you who'd exchange yourselves,
Just to be somebody else,
Pretending things you never felt or meant;
Hey, you don't live what you defend,
You can't give so you just bend.

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( Pondering the Black Heart of Innocence just a little )

Yeah, so that's a chunk of what's on my mind these days.