Schlafende Krankheit

You look at me
Like I'm some kind of space boy
A voice in my head
Tells me to agree

We talk a while
We talk all night
Tangled webs
Brilliant minds

Then my eyes go blind

No light inside
Nobody home
Body shakes
My mouth foams

I talk alone
Talk to myself
Empty spaces
Inside the shell

I look at you
Like you're a space boy
The way you look back at me
I'm covered in bruises
Your face is teary

Part of my life
Is blind to me

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