Some fine tunes from nowhere

i rush at the gap

a returning might to

extinguish the light

extreme my eyes open wide and i dive

into a psychosis behind a haze

A headlight on me, i feel ravished and clean

some kind of instinct, impressive, rules me

anxious to know why i rummage out lies

i move systematic, out of the light

It's not real

just a drawback i wish to feel

when lies come near

and the time rules what i hear

I locate a place that will mirror my face

and inquire into the mash of myself

there's a wish-wash in my head, a wit in my mind

i don't think that's real, a drawback of time

A headlight on me, i feel ravished and clean

some kind of instinct, impressive, rules me

anxious to know why i rummage out lies

i move systematic, out of the light

It's not real

just a drawback i wish to feel

when lies come near

and the time rules what i hear

A headlight on me, i feel ravished and clean

some kind of instinct, impressive, rules me

anxious to know why i rummage out lies

i move systematic, out of the light