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 dampened spirits And black and bitter spoons I'm not looking for affection I'm living on the moon No conviction 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 And 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 © QUININE MUSIC; VICUS MUSIC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com