Going in for the kill
Ain't that a thill...
My eyes focused, yet
Empty, cold blooded
Especially if they're in others
Never had any of my own
Guess they were thrown
The mind's been my only soul
Wet, dark, it's more of a stone
Painting them, emotions scarce
Present, future, just a mirage
Love, show me how to draw it
Look, everything seems to fit
Lines, angles or even the dots
But you won't see soft spots
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