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I was built from the cold of man
with the hands of Marquis de Sade - a cruel façade.
If I could somehow spend another day with you,
I d pluck out the eyes of God.
I would live in a time of owls,
in the days when the world was green, my love machine.
Though I bear no mark of war upon me now,
oh, the things I ve seen...
Keep me far away from all the noise -
I just caught the last boat out of hell.
I don t know the joy of simple joys;
I m not feeling well, but I ll sit real still
if you don t tell.
There s a place for us, my dear,
where the daughters of Orion sing;
where a man can live without the cloud of fear
choking everything.
Keep me far away from all the noise -
I just caught the last boat out of hell.
I don t know the joy of simple joys;
I m not feeling well, but I ll sit real still
if you don t tell.
There s a heartbeat in the wire;
there s a soul caught in the meat -
the veins, the feet, they all expire.
Keep me far away from all the noise -
I just caught the last boat out of hell.
Teach me all the joy of simple joys;
I m not feeling well, but I ll sit real still.
I m not feeling well, but I ll sit real still.
I m not feeling well, but I ll sit real still
if you don t tell.
