Blinding white, cloth upon your being,
Blinding white, the garment that you're wearing,
Inside, my eyes that unclothe your innermost feeling,
And watch your twisted being,
Snow upon the driveway,
And blood staining the path,
That leads you to this place,
Bottled up darling,
Listened to by yon wasted scoundrel,
Beer's unblemished honest counsel,
Listen to each convoluted thought,
drive through all the battle's that you've fought,
you're tired lovely innocent being,
You.
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