Reach point pointless
The cliff stripped bare
False of all that's becoming my own
A taste to open doors in space
Let it go, your disgrace
Happy lifeless flowers touch
No water left to nourish it
Dried elastic plastic fuel
To know what I've done to you
To see life waste inches time
To think all feeling grey

When I looked up to you
You looked down on me that's nothing new
It's history

The flood, the blood to drown within
Forget it all again
The whistle snakes like crafty fingers
Letters switching left unread
Ripple life effect detected
Whispers thinning out the back

Being lasting corpuscle
Lifetimes the nervous ending
Mantle dusted verbelosa
The puppet dances whispering
Crawling boxed in need of distance
People's places closing in
Magnet magnet manic in resistance
The abstract vision feeding
Comatose star, speeding lances

Boils the deep besides the mind
Filter falls on the dark grey matter

Filter feeding on the mind
Falls on dark grey matter
Fascination in decline

Degraded fixed the solid pattern
Motion drifted eyesore daze
Let him alter, let it go, again
Wishes in the dirty glow
Let it alter, let it go
Let it go

To hide all key or rented parting
Lip shed skin retina
Kin imbued tread showers all
Broken across the crawling box
When I looked up to you
You looked down on me that's nothing new
It's history