Do the walls have ears and eyes
An opinion on my life
Have the neighbors seen the lies
Mirrors reflect and multiply
I feel a hollowing inside
I stretch to fill it up with time
Do the walls have ears and eyes
An opinion on my life
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We are nothing if not going through the motions
We are nothing if not going through the motions
I am moving through the streets
Apparition seeking heat
You pa** through me, viscous arms
Mild haunting of their charms
Very slowly sinking ships
Very gently it begins
Graffiti high above tells me, "All Is Love"
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We are nothing if not going through the motions
We are nothing if not going through the motions
Everything I overhear
Hinting at the smoke and mirrors
We are talking secret code I hold my breath, I most be bold