Thin shirts with thick smoke
nothing more than moonshine
your scars glow in the night
no one sees us
no one has eyes to see this
this is in the unseen
far far gone from all else
we dribble through the fog
finding ourselves lost in moss
no one sees us
no one has eyes to see this
this is in the unseen
alone from the truth of day
cased in the touch of night
struggle we must into cover
no one sees us
no one has eyes to see this
this is in the unseen
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