Lyrics

I can see crystals forming in the blues of your eyes
They're piercing out through the back of your head
The spikes have imbedded and penetrated through your mind
Bleeding you out like a goat's holy sacrifice
The bleeding can stop with a glass on a table
Drinking it up with a quarts point ladle
I'll give into lust as much as I'm able
Because my head's letting me know that it's not very stable
I can see crystals forming in the blues of your eyes
I can see crystals forming in the blues of your eyes
Written by: Chuck Treece, Michael Hampton, Philip Smith
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