St. Rifle

Burnt, my eyes cannot resist the screen Thoughts, wide awake will not help this sleep Amputate my aspirations I never wake up more than half asleep Or close my eyes without staring at my dreams And i think to myself, could this be your world Could this be Your world is an ashtray and we're burning at the knees You're pulling the threads and we're breaking at the seams Frail now our bodies Cant stop this frequency Ran and no ones listening You never meant for this Dis-identify Remove our finger prints There is no you Personified by numerics Picture the broken sky Healed without compromise The burdens fall away Burn out our eyes, cannot resist the screen Our thoughts are wide awake, confusion rendering Amputate our aspirations