Television Eyes by Bledig

Take a look at your voodoo
Look at what it's done to you
A chemical relapse
Pelican madness
Touch of Blue

I float into an unknown room
An empty corridor
A fragile corpse
Where something looms
Used to adore
And television eyes are filled with gloom
It's what you knew before
And every day you spend away
Your soul hangs in the sky

He's living in his seventh day
Too tired and slumbered to hear us pray
Curling up noses
The pitiful glances
I'm not a sister anymore

I float into an endless tomb
No windows caught in here
I've felt it once at least or twice before
Fastidiously sewn
The needle and the thread may meet again
And in the end I'll know if something's there
Or hang here in the sky

If one such answer lies above
I said goodbye to Holy love

If one such answer lies above
I said goodbye to Holy love

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