If I ever like it less than I do now
then I'll be low
I'll be so low
you will not know
never know sir know how
low I'll go before
I see the whites of eyes
and start to snap just
like a stamen in your hand
then you'll understand
you understand?
you understand?
you understand?
you'll understand
I'm blacker than the iris
of the most wicked eye
the blackest iris eye
you've ever seen
slowly turn your way
then look away
diminishing as it looks into the light
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