I must have read a thousand faces.
I must have robbed them of their cause.
Sickened thirst, sickened thirst.
Keeps it together.
Soft white glow in the cranium.
A bullseye made sedated.
Beware!
I must have read a thousand faces.
And all these voices won't give up.
Sickened thirst, sickened thirst.
Glues it together.
A catatonic leisure.
At 1000 miles per hour.
