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(Pepper Keenan)

Hotel room of doom

I can't find a clue

Confusion, broken hearted woe

Sheets and pillows soaked

My telephone seems broken

I'm calling crucified

Blacklisted no reply

BE MY EYES

Stole my sight

But not my heart

I miss my 2nd home

(Your) adopted son doth mourn

Sermon served in praise

In a sacred empty space

Pit no ones sorrows against your own

Seven days in vain

The last three spent enflamed (in prayer)

I stand crucified

As they're stricken blind

BE MY EYES

Stole my sight

But not my heart

Mising the lone state home

My blood runs cold

I Mourn