The Blackpill

I've seen your face so long I can't see my own Knives and rants can't do you now To pierce you to the bone These singer-songwriter philistines They lie with every breath Still the sound it must go on On and on and on Now let me touch your cheek I must feel your face Now let me in your world I must be outside Eyes and smiles, solidarity Renew the metaphor A vision of sirensong The horizon sets Now let me touch your eyes I must see my own Now let me in your world I must be released If angels shrieked of distant days Where temples would fall I'd hide inside your flesh And build me a home A thousand sparkling ocean lights Became shiply strewn Where I could sail astride And watch the sun rise To salute the naked world Unearthed underground