No conviction in your numb mind
A hidden cell of chemicals
Keep your soul on my projection
I kinda like the blank way
I want some dampened spirits
And black and bitter spoons
I'm not looking for affection
No conviction in your voice box
It's buried low beneath the guilt
It all seems real as you whisper
She lies warm and the smell is you
I kinda like the blank way
I want some dampened spirits
And black and bitter spoons
I'm not looking for reflection
That I like the blank way