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Murals of another place

Caked between layers of piss-

Inspired, but won't venture change.

Ah!

Though we fly high

'tis the same pride

n' all is said and done;

His scars on our retinas

Poised to outshine

The sun

Hastur Hastur Hastur

The empty eye

Beckons you back

Empty eye

Beckons you back

I don a faceless mask, so

They hate my kind – and speak the truth;

I crush their dreams, I praise them too…

Until we see the yellow sign.

Until we see

(That) though the art is lost,

(There's) a strain of madness

To be found

Afore we're made the same-

I stand before you all

Poised to outshine

The sun

Hastur Hastur Hastur

The empty eye

Beckons you back

Empty eye

Beckons you back

I don a faceless mask which cries as I beckon you back.