dear cat,
i know you've always wanted this opportunity
to really do some damage
well, mr cat, i have an offer for you that i don't think you'll turn down
i'm giving you an upper hand, i'm giving you an advantage
i want you to claw my eye out
simply put, simply said
i've seen too much
i should be dead
i can't take anymore
nothing leaves my head
but if you claw my eyes out, mr cat
i won't be able to see the cruel world
i'll just have to live with the memories of sight
and without my eyes i think that i
might get a chance to sleep at night
oh, and mr cat, do me a favor
and please eat my eyeballs
i don't want them put back in my head
once you dig them out with your claws
thank you, mr cat
you're a true gentleman
i'm glad we could both get something from this
you get a meal, a chance at destruction
i get blindness, oblivion
and a chance at purity from all my sin
without my eyes, it's me who wins
so thank you, mr cat
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
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