And after some time, I knew I would go blind
But seeing only binds the vision to the eye.
I lose my voice, I know
But I've nothing left to say.
p.s. This song is creepy (read: haunting but emotively and aesthetically beautiful). It induces super deja vu and transports the psyche back into the old school Christopher Pike novels I grew up reading. Not exactly where I want to be; they're, albeit fascinatingly unforgettable, existential nightmares.
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