Art in Exile - Behind The Eyes Тексты

You only talk to make things suffer.
when I'm choking on my words,
You offer your hands unto my throat.
I don't know how to speak clearly.
My voice distorts all my words.
So stand there on the sideline and make me out to be the fool.
The one with the distorted view when all I see is the truth.
The temperature drops, my arms are empty.
The traffic stops in the middle of the street.
Time froze in my mind's eye, but no-one else felt it.
You've no time for silence in the middle of life's chaos.
I cannot feel this, I cannot see this.
Time passes and it reminds me of starvation at the same time as sitcoms and empty calories.
Behind the eyes they stare, but nothing changes.
Your tolerance wears thin on me, its disheartening.
I cannot feel this, I cannot see this.
I cannot, I cannot sleep within my eyes.
I cannot, I cannot stand when tied down.
Peace is a million miles from this.
I can't hold by myself my own weight in shit.
Your world is a contagious disease we breed.
Your tolerance is murder.
If my emotions bleed (into you) I'm sorry.
I can't breathe without choking.
If my emotions bleed (into yours) I'm sorry.
I can't breathe out and sigh with relief.
Stand there on the sideline and make me out to be the fool.
The one with the distorted view when all I see is the truth.
My voice distorts all my words.
To be a part of it I have to kill a part of me.
You tell me what kind of a life is this,
When apathy is considered an imbalance?
Peace is a million miles from this.
I can't hold by myself my own weight in shit.
Your world is a contagious disease we breathe.
Your tolerance is murder.
No-one gives a shit about nothing no more.
Let it all go to hell, it's been done before.
Human waste management couldn't be early enough.
Your tolerance is murder.
If my emotions bleed, I'm sorry.
Murder... On you.
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