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STONE GROOVE RECORDS - SGD172B
©1988 The Reptiles/Singing Lunch Unlimited
℗2018 Stone Groove Records
lyrics
Hand against the wall, through the surface white
Flashing out of sync, blind colorless light
Burned right through your eyes, shatter head of green
Refracting a scream, breaking in the dawn
Something's come to a head
Vibrate, pull like a thread
Second nature flash, empty echoes ill
Vast horizons sting, bleakness hang at will
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Broken shards of glass thrown into the wall
Tearing off your skin, inadvertent fall
Fighting sleep again
Conscious icons bend
Shaking in a bed, wet with cold shivers
Shouting at the dark answer in your sight
Faceless walls of bare
Breathe, blink and just stare
Falling down the stairs, blue drones everywhere
Lifted out of books, flying through the air
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Floating hell in steam gauze against the stain
Holes of blackened earth space your eyes retained
Fade signs far and near
Shed light on what you hear
(solo)
Hand against the wall, through the surface white
Flashing out of sync, blind colorless light
Something's come to a head
Vibrate, pull like a thread
Second nature flash, empty echoes ill
Vast horizons sting, bleakness hang at will
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Broken shards of glass thrown into the wall
Tearing off your skin, inadvertent fall
Faceless walls of bare
Breathe, blink and just stare
Falling down the stairs, blue drones everywhere
Lifted out of books, flying through the air
Fighting sleep again
Conscious icons bend
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Yet not even
Floating hell in steam gauze against the stain
Holes of blackened earth space your eyes retained
Fade signs far and near
Shed light on what you hear
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