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The Hex

You threatened to spoil it all

You sweet disaster from the night

Blowing kisses like black magic

The dead lake that never sleeps

I’ll fix that problem of perfection

Though I don’t know just what will happen

Please sir, did I make you go insane?

 

Eyes go black from outer edges

You retreat inside your shell

A cold bone grips you in the darkness

Your mouth is made of clay

You’re words are taken but

Write me from the grave

Please sir, did I make you go insane?

 

Number my sins on a list

Take me to the grocers,

Let me buy back a moral

An apple for my evil

Book me in for double

Let the dead take aim

Please sir, did I make you go insane?

 

Did I make you jump from the window

Break the lock and call you in

The bomb opens like an eyelid

The winter comes on pouring in

Thief that I was, I stole your heart

Yet you kept ticking off the beat

Please sir did I make you go insane?

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clemence-huet
French
Published
Feb 7, 2012
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