Anna,
I can see you looking right through me.
The reflected lights of synthesizers bathe you in their glow.
I said, Anna,
it's almost like you never knew me,
But you see what you want to see when you choose what to be shown.
I said, Anna,
why are you the judge and the jury?
It's sometimes like I'm hypnotized to believe in you alone.
I said, Anna,
I know that you intended to prove it to me.
You were never better than a dramatic movie;
a beautiful echo.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
All these idols lined up in rows of beauty.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
All these idols lined up and you're a beautiful mess.
Anna,
for years I've tried to channel you through me,
To paint your life in synthesizers;
a portrait in dark tones.
I said, Anna,
destruction is a thing of beauty.
You adore the gorgeous pageantry,
but destroy it with sorrow.
I said, Anna,
why are you forgetting what you mean?
One might think you're bound by confidence,
but you dream of letting go.
I said, Anna,
what the fuck is your body doing to me?
It's like another hit of a drug that I need,
I think I've lost control.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
All these idols lined up in rows of beauty.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
How did I forget? Now you're foreign to me.
All these idols lined up and you're a beautiful mess.
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