parts inspired by "Aphrodite's Child"
and the eagle chased to dove to its demise
in and through past the cerebral plain
no more, the dove cries dejectedly,
resigning to Talons
it is hard to regain
when it's so far gone
there is no use in pretending
i can see through to your MH
into the concerto of spider web lies
but i no longer desire what you are
only what you were
your inverted harmonies drive me off
to another MH
your eyes are blind to all but the bad in me
now comes the capture of the beast
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