20/20
Noone knows better, or theyd do better.
id convince my blue cat to turn redder,
i know the ink to be pure, free of letters.
its just, the water is so much clearer
and i know i cant feel all that better
unless i can paint windows in mirrors.
Faces are growing old upon the wall,
all of it is the background's fault.
We are the machines, the people machines.
our love falls into sockets to help us see.
flashlights beam at our eyes by the enemy.
Sun-glasses would help, if only to be free.
my eyes have been shut for months and weeks,
for fear of seeing any light in front of me.
New faces growing upon the cracked wall,
all of it is the background's fault.
id convince my blue cat to turn redder,
i know the ink to be pure, free of letters.
its just, the water is so much clearer
and i know i cant feel all that better
unless i can paint windows in mirrors.
Faces are growing old upon the wall,
all of it is the background's fault.
We are the machines, the people machines.
our love falls into sockets to help us see.
flashlights beam at our eyes by the enemy.
Sun-glasses would help, if only to be free.
my eyes have been shut for months and weeks,
for fear of seeing any light in front of me.
New faces growing upon the cracked wall,
all of it is the background's fault.