plein [T]

sanded psycho eye
can’t see prey for grit
i’m no eagle

despite the beer
and absent wings
i wanted flight

oh destroyers of dawn
don’t hunt me with ads
look in the water

hunt the fish
that act the reflect
you’ll never have

can psycho
the eagle
be jealous

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