for i feel as if i've been pulled into the cold
and your sway has been coming from new directions
temptation is bowing to new intentions
temptation, lead me not into the throes of darkness.
lead me away from the life of the blind
all that envy can teach is to reach from behind
steal your faultless flower and leave him to guess
and if i were to choose a direction to lead
we would be repainting all of our signs
and if night were to cover up any bad deed
we'd have to repaint all of our minds
okay so to get the topic off of lame stuff like this poem let's listen to some bing bong brothers.
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