LIQUID VISION
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CURTAIN CALL
It writhes and it twists
It writhes and it twists
It writhes and it twists and it turns
Those caresses transform
Those caresses transform
Those caresses transform into burns
Fruit so sweet slowly slides into bitterness
Rancid and foul it now squirms
Maybe I
Maybe I
Maybe I
Maybe I am not
I am just not good enough for you
If that may be
If that may be just what should I do
Maybe I don’t feel
I don’t feel that I can take much more
The endless grind
Those endless punches drive me to the floor
Some say weakness resides
Some say weakness resides
Some say weakness resides in the mind
The meek shall inherit
The meek shall inherit
The meek shall inherit the earth
But for now it feels more
For now it feels more
For now it feels more like a curse
Maybe you
Maybe you
Maybe you
Maybe you don’t feel
Don’t feel quite good enough for me
If that may be
If that may be just what will you do
Maybe you don’t feel
You don’t feel that you can take much more
The endless grind
Those endless punches drive you to the floor
Maybe we
Maybe we
Maybe we
Maybe we don’t feel
Don’t feel we’re good enough at all
If that may be
This could be our final curtain call
Maybe we don’t feel
Don’t feel we can take much more
The endless grind
Those endless punches drive us
Drive us to the floor
Curtain call
Our final curtain call
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