No conviction in your numb mind
A hidden cell of chemicals

Keep your soul on my projection

Never turn on the camera
Because
I kinda like the blank way
I fill up my life
I don't care for nothing
That gets me too high
I want some dampend spirits
And black and bitter spoons
I'm not looking for affection
I'm living on the moon

No convicion in your voice box
It's buried low beneath the guilt

It all seems real as you whisper

She lies warm and the smell is you
But she knows
I kinda like the blank way
You fill up my mind
I don't care for nothing
That gets me too high
I want some dampened spirits
And black and bitter spoons
I'm not looking for reflection
I'm living on the moon

Here i am
Right at home
In my crater
Here i am
Feeling old

Here i am
Wishing for
A miracle
I need you to know

That i like the blank way

I fill up the sky

And i care for nothing
You put in my mind

I like the blank way
You fill up my mind
I like the blank way

You fill up my mind

I like the blank way

You fill up my mind