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The Disciple

Lying on the floor, I hear it pounding down the door

All them fuzzy, awful thoughts are floating into shoreSee these broken strings, you tore them with your lazy heart

The wind plays in our open, tired grave - it's tearing us apartCry! Oh angel cry

Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyesAll the things these eyes have seen, this time they've really crossed the line

I think I'll pack up all my shit and cross to Palestine

Strip down all my clothes, I'm gonna run into the wild

Im gonna leave you with my bitter wounds, leave you with my pride

Cry! Oh angel cry

Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes

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