If I could take my eyes away, might not get so dry now
If I could keep my hands away, might not feel so dried out
And when I would feel I'd know that it is real
I'd like to stay with natural things, organic as my skin that peels

And not so often enter in outer-space that I can never touch
Back-lit and bite, fields in a mine, to turn it off, and to make sure
I keep it real with myself and never let obsessions
With connections to an outside source

Be crippling my abilities to breathe
And take a step out from my usual places
Just to make sure I keep it real with my own
And never let a tendency to tread in water with no target
Cripple my abilities to deal with things
That scream: Be careful

Seeing screens with me behind it
No one's between what I should
And why am I seeing how to do it?

(Why am I seeing screens? )
(Why am I seeing screens? )
(Why am I seeing screens? )
(Why am I seeing screens?)

I feel frail whenever
I'm lost in so many screens that I am seeing
Screens appear behind my eyes
But I feel frail whenever
I'm lost in so many screens that I am seeing
Screens appear behind my eyes

But I feel frail whenever
I'm lost in so many screens that I am seeing
Screens appear behind my eyes

Why am I seeing screens?
Why am I before screens?
Why am I seeing screens?
Why am I before screens?
Why am I seeing screens?
Why am I before screens?