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    Tuesday, March 06, 2007

    Fear of a Blank Planet

    Sunlight
    Coming through the haze
    No gaps in the blinds
    To let it inside
    The bed is unmade
    Some music still plays

    TV
    Yeah it’s always on
    A flicker of a screen
    A movie actor screams
    I’m basking in the shit
    Flowing out of it

    I’m stoned
    In the mall again
    Terminally bored
    Shuffling 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 vaguest of shrugs
    The prescription drugs
    You’ll never find
    The person inside

    My face
    Is Mogadon
    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
    Explicitly dull
    Arousal is null

    Your mouth
    Should be boarded up
    Talking all day
    With nothing to say
    Your shallow proclamations
    All this information (all misinformation)

    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 crap

    In school
    I don’t concentrate
    The sex is kind of fun
    But just another one
    All of the empty ways
    Of using up a day

    How can I be sure I’m here?
    The 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 feel the border
    Bipolar disorder
    Can’t feel the border

    Don't try and feel like 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
    It still leads
    To nowhere

    -- Steven Wilson

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