Morning mirrors accuse the sad eyes I inherited from my father which are wide open and squinting, lost in hatred and fear they inquire about capital sins [chorus] notice that the sentence is to wake up to wake up and wake up repeatedly and repeatedly to toss and turn in bed and to be content with what they push on me with what they push on me they follow the reasoning of cigarettes that awaken earlier and earlier they forget the transitions from fire to ashes from smoke to immensity in secret they spend nights dawns so alike [chorus] notice that the sentence is to wake up to wake up and wake up repeatedly and repeatedly to toss and turn in bed and to be content with what they push on me with what they push on me [reverb] down the throat and up the ass
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