Текст и слова песни Porcupine Tree – Fear Of A Blank Planet
Sun-light coming through the haze
No gaps in the blinds
To let it inside
The bed isn't made
Some music still plays
It's TV, yet it's always on
A flicker of a screen
Movie actor screams
I'm basking in this shit
Growing out of it
I'm stoned in the mall again
Terminally bored
Shopping round the stores
And shoplifting is getting
So last years thing
X-box is a God to me
My finger on the switch
My mother is a bitch
My father gave up ever trying to talk to me
Don't try engaging me, the fingers and shrugs,
The prescription drugs
You'll never find
A person inside
My face is modelled on
Curiosity has given up on me
I'm tuning out his eyes
The pills are on the rise
How can I be sure I'm here?
Pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees them
There's nothing left
I simply am not here
I'm through with pornography
The acting is lame
The action is tame
Expressivly dull
I'd rather not know
Your mouth should be boarded up
Talking all day
With nothing to say
Your shallow conformation
Is always information
My friend says he wants to die
He's in a band
They sound like Pearl Jam
The clothes are all black
The music is whack
In school I don't concentrate
The sex is kind of fun
Just another one
All of the empty ways
Of using up a day
How can I be sure I'm here?
Pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees them
There's nothing left
I simply am not here
Bipolar disorder
Can't be any bother
Bipolar disorder
Can't be any bother
Don't try
And realize
You don't mind
You feel no sun
You steal a gun
To kill time
Somewhere you know where, you don't care
Catch the breeze
Still leaves
It's nowhere
No gaps in the blinds
To let it inside
The bed isn't made
Some music still plays
It's TV, yet it's always on
A flicker of a screen
Movie actor screams
I'm basking in this shit
Growing out of it
I'm stoned in the mall again
Terminally bored
Shopping round the stores
And shoplifting is getting
So last years thing
X-box is a God to me
My finger on the switch
My mother is a bitch
My father gave up ever trying to talk to me
Don't try engaging me, the fingers and shrugs,
The prescription drugs
You'll never find
A person inside
My face is modelled on
Curiosity has given up on me
I'm tuning out his eyes
The pills are on the rise
How can I be sure I'm here?
Pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees them
There's nothing left
I simply am not here
I'm through with pornography
The acting is lame
The action is tame
Expressivly dull
I'd rather not know
Your mouth should be boarded up
Talking all day
With nothing to say
Your shallow conformation
Is always information
My friend says he wants to die
He's in a band
They sound like Pearl Jam
The clothes are all black
The music is whack
In school I don't concentrate
The sex is kind of fun
Just another one
All of the empty ways
Of using up a day
How can I be sure I'm here?
Pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees them
There's nothing left
I simply am not here
Bipolar disorder
Can't be any bother
Bipolar disorder
Can't be any bother
Don't try
And realize
You don't mind
You feel no sun
You steal a gun
To kill time
Somewhere you know where, you don't care
Catch the breeze
Still leaves
It's nowhere
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