Artist: Embodyment
Song: Prelude

Let the hands fall to the floor 
Allow these pupils to see organs 
A telescopic view is almost arousing 
No more holiness in denial 

The Trojan army is just a force 
Reality is two weeks in the waiting 
I'm not sure we're on the same page 

Habitual weakness stains the past 
Desire rolls over and waits for spring 
I'm not sure we're on the same page 

Your eyes are lusting, my hands are tied 
Your mind conditioned, my heart has changed 
I'm not sure we're on the same page

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