From All The Fire
Flaming eyes, they're all around me
This backward place is dying bright
Hatred sliding up and down
Faces changing
Sweat there pouring from every pore
Some damn greasy grin, they're smiling
Dancing heavy this insanity waving
Humidity makes it all swim
And the lights go bright then grim
Just flashes of a look-glass rim
It'll all fall, so
You
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