A life of waiting
a life of being passed by
Everyone's a critic with a patch
covering their critical eye.
We took the parachute jump
from dreams, and never arrived.
From my bed the world
the world looks sweet enough to breath.
But when you stand
you can't stand a single
fucking thing that you see.
We took that parachute jump
and never made it out
of the dream.
All we see are different
layers of the dream,
and all throughout the night
we're tossing in our sleep.
One eye sees the world
while the other one's stuck in dreams,
and it's all the superimposition
of hell screens.
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
It's ocular.

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