Don Enzo Magic Carpet Salesman

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Grass knoll parts
Spread between pyramid fights
We haven't seen the last of the ice age
I've never seen God
But I've never known life outside the confines
Of this cage
Eagle eye, eagle eye
Every time I glance
There's something different
And it pulls from the grace of the world that's in flames
Every time I glance
There's something different
And it pulls from the grace of the world that's in flames
Every time I glance, every time I glance, every time I glance
It pulls from the grace of the world that's in flames
Every time I glance
There's something different

I recognise your face, I know how you paint it
I keep the door locked, I leave the key upon the table
I recognise your face, I commit it to future paper
A paper-made charade
It's just a memory
Selling hearts, not just bleeding ones
A killing time, a witless version of fun
Trim the hedge, prune the bush
I grab and pull and cut anything of use
You and I are done, you are done creating
You and I are done, you wrote your own obituary
You and I are done, you are done creating
You and I are done, you wrote your own obituary
It's only miasma, the way I breed
Everything you want is easy
It's only miasma, the way I breed
Everything you want is easy
It's easy
You and I are done, you are done creating
You and I are done, you wrote your own obituary
You and I are done, you are done creating
You and I are done, you wrote your own obituary

[Non-Lyrical Break]

I lie awake
In a cupboard filled with paint
I rub it almost everywhere
As I try to escape
I peep through a crack in the door
I let out a shriek
A cry, a desperate plea
Then suddenly
I am invisible again
Just a ghost
Just a whisper of the past
The accomplice, shh
The accomplice, shh