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Lying on the floor I hear it pounding down the door
All them fuzzy awful thoughts are floating into shore
See these broken strings you tore them with your lazy heart
The wind plays in our open tired grave - it's tearing us apart
Cry Oh angel cry
Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes
Cry Oh angel cry
Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes
All the things these eyes have seen this time they've really crossed the line
I think I'll pack up all my sh*t and cross to Palestine
Strip down all my clothes I'm gonna run into the wild
Gonna leave you with my bitter wounds leave you with my pride
Cry Oh angel cry
Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes
Cry Oh angel cry
Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes