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 | Broken Like This |
3 | Skepticosm |
4 | Resistance |
5 | One To Throw Away |
6 | Madness |
7 | Spiders |