The Fuzz

The fuzz in my head grows

It's already so low

The fuzz in my head stands

It's already all too clear

So much for losing track of time

Can cope with a white noise

Repeating imitation

Can cope with a white noise

Blissful complication

The fuzz in my head stands

It's already all too clear

And the hum

It seperates the two

It's all frontline, frontline

It cuts down inbetween

It's all for nothing

Too bad it's been here for awhile

So much for losing track of time

Let go i've seen it's worth your while

So much for losing track of time...