歌词
Automated senses
Don't think, don't think, don't think
Senseless dream state peasant
Won't look, won't look, won't look
Fallen from grace of God
Self is such a weight
Almost impossible to shake
Ripped from warmth of one
The void is taking shape
Calling out my name
Fallen hungry polyp
Can't know, can't know, can't know
Tiny selfish reason
Hoping, hoping, hoping
To see some light without
The fragile hollow shell
Within, without, between
I know nothing at all
Except a will and wants
A simple-minded haunt
Parasite
Hiding from the light
That hurts too much to see