Blue-Eyed Suicide
Why must the pendulum swing so slow?
The grape too high and the water low
Looking in, from the outside
Another blue-eyed suicide
Roll your stone up and endless hill
Which chamber will the bullet fill?
You believe, in your own lies
What’s the point in having tried?
Now you show more than you hide
Just another blue-eyed suicide
The weakness that he despised
Set deep into his eyes
And now it’s tattooed on my mind
Another blue-eyed suicide
Why must the pendulum swing so slow?
The grape too high and the water low
Looking in, from the outside
Now forever awaits his bride
With his arms open wide
For another blue-eyed suicide.

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