And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I’m afraid I told a lie.
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
anchorite
the one who lives in seclusion… / aquele que vive em seclusão…
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