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Fear Of A Blank Planet Sun-light coming through the haze No gaps in the blinds To let it inside The bed isn’t made Some music still plays It’s TV, yet it’s always on A flicker of a screen Movie actor screams I’m basking in this shit Growing out of it I’m stoned in the mall again Terminally bored Shopping round the stores And shoplifting is getting So last years thing X-box is a God to me My finger on the switch My mother is a bitch My father gave up ever trying to talk to me Don’t try engaging me, the fingers and shrugs, The prescription drugs You’ll never find A person inside My face is modelled on Curiosity has given up on me I’m tuning out his eyes The pills are on the rise How can I be sure I’m here? Pills that I’ve been taking confuse me I need to know that someone sees them There’s nothing left I simply am not here I’m through with pornography The acting is lame The action is tame Expressivly dull I’d rather not know Your mouth should be boarded up Talking all day With nothing to say Your shallow conformation Is always information My friend says he wants to die He’s in a band They sound like Pearl Jam The clothes are all black The music is whack In school I don’t concentrate The sex is kind of fun Just another one All of the empty ways Of using up a day How can I be sure I’m here? Pills that I’ve been taking confuse me I need to know that someone sees them There’s nothing left I simply am not here Bipolar disorder Can’t be any bother Bipolar disorder Can’t be any bother Don’t try And realize You don’t mind You feel no sun You steal a gun To kill time Somewhere you know where, you don’t care Catch the breeze Still leaves It’s nowhere
