Two eyes on a thin screen
Fingers on a lynch dream
Sorting through the bastard’s empty threats
Voyeuristic hatchlings
Boy I’m here, look at me
Course I’m getting fine with seeing red
In the whites of your eyes
I detect a lie
Drive me through your rain
Rack your wicked mind
Somethings blinking red
Echoing what’s next
Rack your perfect mind
If you’re there, blink twice
Oh my darling
Don’t it feel like falling at the speed of paper?
All these worries make your favourite stories someday later
Down the line
Got my scissors for the silk streams (casino of feelings)
Wondering where to place my guilty bet
Finally you look at me, just as if to capture me
Guess I’ll place it all on seeing red
In the depths of your mood
There is something true
Waiting for a brew
Cheap tiramisu
Have you racked up a debt?
Paying off all your debts?
Do you hate taking sides?
Are you taking a side?
Oh my darling
Don’t it feel like falling at the speed of paper?
All these worries make your favourite stories someday later
Down the line
