Talking about my mouth you’ve got me distracted
You think I belong in this world of solid objects
You want to transfer ghosts to humanism.
Diverted from regaining my own natural rhythm
Shaded from what I know I’ve been missing
Distracted
You tell me I need nothing to say
Cuz you can read in to how I sway
When it appeared that I was looking up at the sky
I was looking at those crazy creatures in my eyes
| 1 | In A Coma |
| 2 | Resistance |
| 3 | Broken Like This |
| 4 | Skepticosm |
| 5 | One To Throw Away |
| 6 | Madness |
| 7 | Spiders |