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Picture sordid

It’s all like pure pleasure, light and laughter

Hear the constant sneering

We will stay clean no matter how much we wade in

our filth

Peacocks used to walk this lawn

'Till all our lost treasures came back full of ash

With the fortunes granted us

We entered the house with the dishonest entrance

Busily betraying

It spat us in our eyes;

it cleansed us with its nest of

tongues

Peacocks used to walk this lawn

'Till all our lost treasures came back full of ash

Our eyes are behind us

And the sky licks itself away

Our eyes are behind us

And the sky licks itself away

See our scoundrel flowers

The disgrace as we present them gleaming in the

mirrors

A swarm of birds has slipped off

Dressed purely in the comfort of our skin

Peacoks used to walk this lawn

'Till all our lost treasures came back full of ash

My eyes have fallen behind

As I lick the empty skies

My eyes have fallen behind

As I lick the empty skies