Transparent Your eyes drooping dead Your arms over your head Draft posture, throught graphic You stood layered lean Covers of magazines I'd worship you And now i reside in my head And i ripped you to shreds Page after page If i could show no remorse Let severance run it course You'd disengage But i watch it without the sound You're far, i'm underground We star in silent films We live in cryptic realms You feel Complicated and spread You watch me densely dread Each monologue, we sit On porches and trains Listening to complaint And prattle talk And we are identical Anguish, inexplicable And i wouldn't know what to Tell me if i were you And you're not saying much I watch it without the sound You're far, im underground We star in silent films We live in cryptic realms I think i'm getting out