Cut-out

You are like an invading spore

Growing inside of me

Never ever letting go

Medicine is not what I need

Inhale your older self

Cut it up and let it go

Focused on the point that won't be found

Moving slowly with clear resolve

Written on your face, the only truth

Pure as ether, that empty room

Can't you see, do you see

What's out in front of you?

A black sheet

A perfect man is not hard to find

You'll never know the feel

To be a good guy inside

A panorama of all our faults

Looks the same to me

When you're waking up in the dark