I'm seeing faces on the wall
I'm seeing faces on the wall
And I can't hear at all
No, I can't hear at all
They might be closing in
It seems they are closing in
When will I give up
When will I give in
Their eyes are watching me
Shining lights as stones
The air is cold and scarce
Sensations of being alone
When the faces face away
I wish they would rather stay
There's something more I'd see
Something more than company
The walls are closing in
But when will I give in
The blinds are closed and I'm blinded
They are stream and I can't find them
They seem for so many years
Their path smells like large, dark spheres
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