I never dreamed it would be like this;
Better and worse
Memory and habit leave me anhedonic;
Memories of all the things
That were slowly killing me
And the habit of always remembering

Pale grey bitter cup
Feverish pick-me-up
Empty mouth, tired head
Number the eye, soul and hand

Fear is a pale grey shadow
And now you're gone it takes its form

Somеone's listening
And now I really do carе
I never dreamed

Eye, soul and hand

The story is never-ending
Repeats like an infinite echo
Feedback building
Layer upon layer
Until the source disappears
Battering waves of afterimages
Dancing in and out of phase
Repeating, everlasting
Until the waves come crashing
And the hand leaves the eye and the soul