If I could take my eyes away, might not get so dry now
If I could keep my hands away, might not feel so dry out
And when I would feel I'd know that it was real
I'd like to stay with natural things organic as my skin that peels
And not so often enter in to outer space that I can never
Touch, backlit and bite
Fields in a mine to turn it off and to make sure
I keep it real with myself and never let obsessions
With connections to an outside source
Be crippling my abilities to breathe and take a step
Out from my usual places.
Just to make sure I keep it real with my own and never
Let a tendency to tread in water with no target
Cripple my abilities to ...
Deal with things that scream be careful
Being screens with me behind it
No one's between what I should
And why am I seeing how to do it?
[and singing at the same time]
Why am I seeing screens, why am I
Seeings screens, why am I seeing
I feel frail whenever I'm lost in so many screens that I am seeing
Screens appear behind my eyes
But I feel frail whenever I'm lost in so many screens that I am seeing
Screens appear behind my eyes
But I feel frail whenever I'm lost in so many screens that I am seeing
Screens appear behind my eyes
Why am I seeing screens? Why am I before screens?
Why am I seeing screens? Why am I before screens?
Why am I seeing screens? Why am I before screens?