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My eyes seek reality My fingers feel for faith Touch killing with the dirty hands I touched the clean through the waste The trash fire is warm But nowhere safe from the storm And I can't bear to see What I've let me be so wicked and worn So as I write to you Of what is done and to do Maybe you will understand and won't cry for this man cause low man is due Please forgive me Please forgive me So low the sky is all I see All I want from you is forgive me So you bring this poor dog in from the rain Though he just wants right back out again And I cry to the alleyway Confess all to the Rain But I lie lie is straight to the mirror The one I've broken to match my face the trash fire is warm but nowhere safe from the storm and I can't bear to see what I've let me be so Wicked and worn so as I write to you of what is done and to do maybe you'll understand and one cry for this man because low man is due Please forgive me So low the sky all I see All I want from you is forgive me so you bring the poor dog in from the rain Though he just wants right back out again My eyes sick reality my finger Seek my veins