In my party we say, a naked man has few secrets, a flayed man none.
In my party we say, a naked man has few secrets, a flayed man none.
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
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