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
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