Glassjaw - Babe

I exude light and wash my hands of you.
By larger being devoured,
leave only me to improve.

Eyes. Don't fucking weep.
Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek.

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Weep?
Weep!
Don't fucking weep!
Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek.
Weep!
Catch up with the sheep!
Because a sacrilegious ceremony.
New flavor of the week.

Nothing's sacred in the faces of love the soulless.
(Soulless you're made into)
Love.
(Soulless you're made into)
Love.
(Soulless you're made into)
Jump.
Followed by a guilty stifle down. (x2)

Wash my hands of you.

...And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you.
Look at you.
You know it's true.
It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon.
But I'm not coming.
No.

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