No conviction in your numb mind
A hidden cell of chemicals
Keep your soul on my projection
Never turn on the cameraBecause I kinda like the blank way
I fill up my life
I don't care for nothing
That gets me too highI want some dampened spirits
And blackened dinner spoons
I'm not looking for reflection
I'm living on the moonNo conviction in your voice box
It's buried low beneath the guilt
It all seems real as you whisper
She lies warm and the smell is youAnd she knows I kinda like the blank way
You fill up my mind
I don't care for nothing
That gets me too highI want some dampened spirits
And blackened dinner spoons
I'm not looking for reflection
I'm living on the moonHere I am, right at home in my crater
Here I am feeling old
Here I am wishing for a miracle
I need you to knowThat I like the blank way
I fill up the sky
And I care for nothing
You put in my mindI like the blank way
You fill up my mind
I like the blank way
You fill up my mindI like the blank way
You fill up my mind