witch

how do i see you?
only through the blinding glass
i've seen you walk through oz
there's something wrong with your name
its coming up in sevens
i wrote it down but i erased my line
youve got to give me a key to open my mouth
and let you fly out

a short circuited nerve
the transmission is scrambled
she doesnt feel me
she doesnt know im dying
do not reboot
do not connect to me
my virus shatters channels
i'm static with hazel-glazed optica

do not confuse,
your name is coming up in sevens
this machine is used
around the trim its shedding
exposing wires, i can see them fray
there's more that's been contused
tissue breaking down in sevens
agreed between to close the system
its faulty at transmission
from the bed i used to sleep in
you can fake a cardio-cision
it sends a message but it doesnt speak
it transmits but it
does not connect to me
my virus shatters channels
i'm static with hazel-glazed optica
your static is a bastard compass
embedded in your eye
i hope it hurts like hell
when they remove your splinters
when they remove your splinters
when they remove your splinters
i hope it makes me well
when they remove my splinter
when you're not in my vision
when you cloud over
i hope it makes you well
to know that i'm in hell
i hope it makes you well