Dead Lines Skinny Puppy

Tarnished away...
Tarnished...

Simple test, at best
Eyes, nothing less
Run for more
I can't decide

Love, in the grass
All is nothing less
Rather, you look me in the eye

Doe-faced, creeping in
Your caring thankless grin
Immobilize the selling sin
Create the mood that's dark and grim

Aortic, high arctic part
Mood altered, paradise is lost
Maskover, no one left in dark
Hide the trap
Caution
Deadline remark

Diotic
Mirrors your skin
I've known so long
Feels like the next of kin