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Floating through this
Machine’s getting far too old
I found my eye catching
Your tears
Were they mine?

Falling through this
Automatic bliss-tered and trying
Can you help me find myself?

White eyes
Clear tears
I’ll be waiting at the end of the scene
I’ll fear from the skies

Fever pushes you further inside
Farther from the people who’ll help
Comfort comes only from self
Watching people share in your crying

White eyes
Clear tears
I’ll be waiting at the end of the skies
I fear

I breathe for the world
You suck it up and give it back dirty
Not enough air to keep me flying
I breathe for myself
Falling through this
Automatic bliss-tered and trying
Can you help me find myself?

White eyes
Clear tears
I’ll be waiting at the end of the skies
I fear


I picture this to be like Porcupine Tree's "Lips of Ashes" or "Heart Attack in a Lay By."
Last edited by greatwhiteone at Jul 16, 2009,