I've been pulling paper through the spaces between my fingers

And if it wasn't for the bleeding I'd assume that I was sleeping

Cause I'm like the snowflakes on your screen

An analog fever dream

What I'd give to wake up and feel anything

Trying to find a feed

In the static of my apathy

I'm getting signals but I'm not getting any clarity

I thought that I had it but now it's all static

I've been sewing my own stitches as I unravel all the hours

If it wasn't for the clock I'd think it was a vacuum seal

Cause it's like a dead zone in my soul

A dirty signal in a storm

What I'd give to feel clean, to feel anything

Trying to find a feed

In the static of my apathy

I'm getting signals but I'm not getting any clarity

I thought that I had it but now it's all static

I thought that I had it but now it's all static

It comes on slow

I feel the white noise settle in

Then it slits my throat

And we do it all again

Trying to find a feed

In the static of my apathy

I'm getting signals but I'm not getting any clarity

I thought that I had it but now it's all

Now it's all static

Trying to find a feed

In the static of my apathy

I'm getting signals but I'm not getting any clarity

I thought that I had it but now it's all static

I thought that I had it but now it's all static