The Expressionless Face
Breathe in, breathe out
Knock on the goldfish bowl
They sewed his eyes shut
They sewed his mouth
He could not say what he saw
He could see the unspeakable
All he could, all he could do
He could smell the roses
He saw shapes dance
The third man stands so close
Dreamachine flicker, speakers hiss
So lonely, so lonely
Work hard, be happy, pay attention
We'll only say this once
Your heart skips a beat
They help you breathe
Wrapped in burnt linen, clothed in kevlar
The slightest movement, sets it off
Just like quicksilver slips through your fingers
Angry voices, lightening
The horse slips its reins
The smell of rotting gardenias
The tapping of morse code
Endless hammering of asps on clear walls of shields
The roaring of voices, thundering of calvary chase you down
The kite holds still over head
The adder stares deep into your eyes, its tongue licks the air
He reaches out into the head and down to the heart
Through the noise, through the dark
But deep inside himself, the truth lingered on
Murk inside, murk outside
Knock on the goldfish bowl
They sewed his eyes shut
They sewed his mouth
He could not say what he saw
He could see the unspeakable
All he could, all he could do
He could smell the roses
He saw shapes dance
The third man stands so close
Dreamachine flicker, speakers hiss
So lonely, so lonely
Work hard, be happy, pay attention
We'll only say this once
Your heart skips a beat
They help you breathe
Wrapped in burnt linen, clothed in kevlar
The slightest movement, sets it off
Just like quicksilver slips through your fingers
Angry voices, lightening
The horse slips its reins
The smell of rotting gardenias
The tapping of morse code
Endless hammering of asps on clear walls of shields
The roaring of voices, thundering of calvary chase you down
The kite holds still over head
The adder stares deep into your eyes, its tongue licks the air
He reaches out into the head and down to the heart
Through the noise, through the dark
But deep inside himself, the truth lingered on
Murk inside, murk outside
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Deane
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