Can t feel a thing, collect the pieces that i ve found, can t force it out
i m stuck in one mode
drop defences
Calm and calculate, it forms in the contact
Only contact to relate, something s out of reach
can t feel a thing
Time for reason, a crooked smile, resembles starch and emptiness
Drop defences, can t force it out, cheeks are stretched abroad
I m all out of context, it s something so complex
Resembles starch and emptiness, can t feel a thing
collect the pieces that i ve found
Pause to figure out, pause to figure out Withhold, can t feel a thing
Not everything has a meaning, i m all out of context Fractures, not everything can be feigned
search for feeling
It forms in the contact, a crooked smile
Not everything can be feigned, drop defences
To replace what s lost inside, don t mean to withhold
i m all out of context
Assemble a structure to house them in, it s something so complex Fractures, collate all emotion
Calm the senses, can t find reaction Withhold, calm the senses