I used to listen to this many years ago, then spotify took over. Initituition is on spotify and I've put that one in one of my playlist, and I suddenly found out that I had to listen to this album. What a masterpiece it is! So glad the song got on!
I see the baby's eyes, my scary eyes His eyeballs twist faster than his brain can follow REM while he's awake What his eyes can't catch his soul inhales Unable to release his karma But at least he's still alive He thinks he's being tucked in But each tap on his head is a nail to his coffin More than ever, I'm afraid to see Through his eyes of stone Pulling the veil off my morning mirror Slowly the recognition basks inside of me 'Cause it's hard to resist when the cradle cries Apathy is my only possible defense No emotions to be judged I just can't handle them My head leads the dance of the numbers I can't possibly not deny myself But at least I'm still alive He knows he's being tucked in But each tap on his head I'm afraid to hurt him More than ever, I can see Through his watery eyes Wiping the dew off my morning mirror Slowly the recognition basks inside of me 'Cause it's hard to resist when the cradle cries
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I used to listen to this many years ago, then spotify took over. Initituition is on spotify and I've put that one in one of my playlist, and I suddenly found out that I had to listen to this album. What a masterpiece it is! So glad the song got on!
I see the baby's eyes, my scary eyes
His eyeballs twist faster than his brain can follow
REM while he's awake
What his eyes can't catch his soul inhales
Unable to release his karma
But at least he's still alive
He thinks he's being tucked in
But each tap on his head is a nail to his coffin
More than ever, I'm afraid to see
Through his eyes of stone
Pulling the veil off my morning mirror
Slowly the recognition basks inside of me
'Cause it's hard to resist when the cradle cries
Apathy is my only possible defense
No emotions to be judged
I just can't handle them
My head leads the dance of the numbers
I can't possibly not deny myself
But at least I'm still alive
He knows he's being tucked in
But each tap on his head I'm afraid to hurt him
More than ever, I can see
Through his watery eyes
Wiping the dew off my morning mirror
Slowly the recognition basks inside of me
'Cause it's hard to resist when the cradle cries