I blame my own discretion
These stories kept in silent reel
I’m humbled by the motions
These thoughtless acts I couldn’t feel
But I’ll take it some secrets
Over aching lies made
So I’ll sell you torture
With a glaring crime tape
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Hiding away the secrets is an easy way to never know your own world. Live with open eyes and a stupidly gaping mouth.
I blame my own discretion
These stories kept in silent reel
I’m humbled by the motions
These thoughtless acts I couldn’t feel
But I’ll take it some secrets
Over aching lies made
So I’ll sell you torture
With a glaring crime tape
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