[ti:Western eyes]
[ar:Portishead]
[al:Portishead]

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[00:29.26]Forgotten throes of anothers life
[00:36.03]The heart of love is their only light
[00:42.96]Faithless greeds, consolidating
[00:49.78]Holding down sweet charity
[00:56.73]With western eyes and serpents breath
[01:02.58]We lay our own conscience to rest
[01:08.83]But I’m aching at the view
[01:22.56]Yes I’m breaking at the scenes just like you
[01:38.20]They have values of a certain taste
[01:44.85]The innocent they can hardly wait
[01:51.62]To crucify, invalidating
[01:58.66]Turning to dishonesty
[02:05.58]With western eyes and serpents breath
[02:11.19]They lay their own conscience to rest
[02:19.16]But then they lie and then they dare to be
[02:25.96]Hidden heros candidly
[02:31.33]So I’m aching at the view
[02:45.00]Yes I’m breaking at the scenes just like you
[03:12.55](I feel so cold on hookers and gin...)
[03:31.59](this mess we’re in!)