Cut-Out

You are like an invading spore Growing inside of me Never ever letting go Medicine is not what I need Inhale your older self Cut it up and let it go Focused on the point that won't be found Moving slowly with clear resolve Written on your face, the only truth Pure as ether, that empty room Can't you see, do you see What's out in front of you? A black sheet A perfect man is not hard to find You'll never know the feel To be a good guy inside A panorama of all our faults Looks the same to me When you're waking up in the dark