TERROR VISION
Cheni Navarro / B. Whittier
(There are three men in a vault with four cigarettes but no matches...
One time I'll have to go at it alone
One time I'll have to go at it alone)
Holy white paper
Holy white paper
I demand this.
I demand this.
I sat down watching the screen
It's just a rerun
An attitude in which you just sit
All breathes onto decontrolled
As there it goes
Bit at your outer limits
That goes to me, hit now terrifying
Then it's gonna move
Close over, close over,
Walls closing down on me.
Terror, vision, terror, vision
Ei, ei, ei, eio, ei, ei, ei, eio
Ei, ei, ei, eio, ei, ei, ei, eio.
There are three men in a vault with four cigarettes but no matches
Holy white paper
One time I'll have to go at it alone.
One time I'll have to go at it alone.
Both my eyes were held on me,
glued to the screen
Everything surrounding me
will turn away
That points to me
hit now terrifying;
they're not gonna move
being going, being going,
the screen is taking all of me in.
Terror, vision, terror, vision
Ei, ei, ei, eio, ei, ei, ei, eio
Ei, ei, ei, eio, ei, ei, ei, eio.
Terror Vision

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