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Voodoo Eyes

voodoo eyes listen on youtube or here  1 THERE ARE TRACES OF  VOODOO WITH TALES TO COME,  AND around IT THE EMPTINESS OF WHAT’S NOT YOU HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU that IN YOU,  THERE IS something in my reduced world FOR ME TO BARE when around you so INTO THE EDGE OF THE COOLEST cave i delve into SHADE & SALIVA reminiscing the blue glow of the second kiss the burn of embrace that will never feel the same we love to lay under the breezy sky mating voluptuous lips  but IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO,   IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO 2 HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU to LET MY EYES SEE WHAT THE WORLD HAS CONDENSED IN YOUR SOUL,  THE BEAUTY THAT DOESN’T  BELONG ON THIS earthly LANDSCAPE,  BUT a statue ON THE LAWNS OF THE GODS ABOVE ,  LET ME FEEL WHAT LANGUAGE  NESTLED ON YOUR TONGUE ,  WHAT CAN I TAKE FROM YOUR MOUTH ,  OR POLISH THE TATTOO ON YOUR LIPS ,  feelings that I've dreamt of you confirmed the warm healing sign...

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Let me watch you the way I want
let me trace the root of my sickness
I might find a hatch door to hate you

Let me hear you whisper a cool breeze
numbing my consciousness to sleep.
You just love the darkness taking over me

so I yield to your phantoms for a night truce,
resting these weary inflaming bones,
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my imagination accepts instances as they come,
I saw a surviving homeless metaphor on the sidewalk from the other side,
it recalled its survival & stories of faraway females,
reflecting on times, carving words carefully.
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disappearing into the night,
as city spies, as third guests,
walking karmas, blank tales of nobody yet,

the blessed boys, the wicked girls
hyping the ghost party in downtown Eden waiting to be fed.
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In a lawless god's land, nothing's changed.
the balance was still there
you just possessed both sides
tipping one over the other,

I'm still searching the damp morning hours
for a hatch door to disappear
so there'll be nothing left of me
I want to be a metaphor of what happens when anyone believes you.
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And you? I don't know,
I watch you as a walking karma
with the night owls and nocturnal bodies
with blank tales of nobody yet,
mingling with the blessed boys
dancing with the wicked girls
hyping the ghost party in downtown Eden waiting to be fed.
You're waiting to be fed.
feed on that what keeps you wicked

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lyrics & vocals: azdi 404

Indie rock x post-punk type beat 2023 'mosh mosh.'

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