Poked Songtext
von Weeping Tile

I poked my eye with my finger
Lying on the bed
I′m sneezing and I'm blowing
And I can′t clear my head
Is the pressure in the air
From an August storm?
It's rumbling, I try not to care
About it now

Your pressure's dumb anyway


All alone I know I give in to chances
Doubt yourself, your mental health
Your surreal circumstances
I try to keep it separate
A built-in third eye facing every line
I got a built-in bad feeling
That doesn′t go away with time
Lined up in a row
Shadow disfiguring
Come up from below

What they figured
I figure I don′t want to know

There are two of us
What I am, what I was
To be seen and not to be mistakenly taken serious

Well there are two of us
What I am, what I was
At the end of the millennium
We'll soon be replaced by replicas

Lined up in a row
Shadow disfiguring
Come up from below
What they figured for me
I don′t want to know

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