So I stand around waiting for my throat to spill
My language on the table
The dialect is all wrong and I can't find the song
To bring back to Earth
There's the shallow end of the century
Waiting for discovery only to find It's
Already been discovered in time
To many To little
Follow True
Follow You
Pixels catching my vision
Sparkles fading my nutrition
Definite amounts of color radiating my senses
Terrible dimensions
Trouble you I dare to Trouble you
With what to do
With what you do
I am the lonely speck floating in the vastness of your sea
Searching for someone to finally let me be
Let us be
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