Bless the executioner for he knows not what he does. Take the hangman into yourself, he is afraid of blood. Take the soldier to the sea, let him sleep upon the sand. And give the axe-man sympathy
. Just 'cause you're in visual love, visual love Know what you want but you can't have. All of me unless it's gonna last. You gotta have more than 2 eyes. If you plannin' to call yourself my man. Hey
?. Masses of dullness, a spiral cage. As they ride on visual aggression Once, I slept in confidence. Sounds like I've been a fool. Now, as my will is invisible. (They shall) face the evoked curse alone
