/* A song about the blurriness of language. Hearing what you want, when there's no right answer. */ I close my eyes And hear the news so right And you rest in spite, you're this spike unto die, mine Fading o'er, cause light grow, Gold life round, to this edge I might And you at last, You and me hate Your file my blast, Enthralling to be Watch you go, It's easy to try might I close my eyes And hear the news so right And hear the news so light You're this spike unto thy mind Fading o'er, cause light grow, Gold life round, to this edge I might And you at last, And hear the news so light I close my eyes And hear the news a lie (hear the news a lie) And you rest in spite (you're this spike unto thy mind) Fading o'er, cause light grow, Gold life round, to this edge I might And you at last, And hear the news so lie And you have lost You and me hate Your final night complet Watch you go, It's using to try might And you at last, And hear the news so lie I close my eyes And hear the news alive And you rest in spite, You're this spike unto thy mind And hear the news... (alive/so light/so right/a lie)
