Lyrics
Your vision is impaired
You hit me with a thousand-mile stare
You're looking at somewhere
And will I get the sense that someone cares
I don't believe in these
No skin, nothing to wear
You're naked with a thousand-mile stare
Reflected in your glare
And will I get the sense that someone cares
I don't believe in these
No, no high, no low
You're flantlined, plateaued
No, no high, no low
You're flantlined, plateaued
Alive or dead
So which one is it?
No high, no low
No, no high, no low
You're flantlined, plateaued
Alive or dead
Which one is it?
Written by: Ben Koller, Nick Cageao, Steve Brodsky
