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"Cataracts"

Cloudy eyes in a deep demise
Clouds in front of blue skies
You can't change the color of your eyes
You can't change the skies

I watch you run inside this dirty lens
Past muddy waters you look through, you do what you can
Before you get the chance to cleanse
It could remind me of dolls and infants, the way you bustle
Could you put it in a way I understand?
What forbids you to evolve and stretch this ciliary muscle
How can I pity such a tunnel view
Impossible to shake you into transparency when
The end is all you have to look forward to

Expansion, the mother of your own acceptance
Let the unexplainable rest, a sleeping sixth sense
Admire all that surrounds you
Without your second nature's grieving
Sever, breathe in, expand, breathe out
A placid moment when seeing is believing

Cataracts, psychological blinding
Blindfolds are binding
Cataracts, your mental condition of choice
Is it the color of your eyes you're hiding
It's always been your choice
Don't pretend you never had a voice

You're seeing black and white, touching silver and gold
And no one's to remind you that one day all you gained will be withered
If you would please pardon me for being so bold
As to offer you a candle to perhaps watch for any hollow ground
I want to see your soul-windows again, as I'm torn by my grudge
I kinda want to see you drop that candle and burn your fucking house down
But I'll put my wants aside and everything I crave
You get what you get when it takes a coma to open your third eye
When the truth becomes a foetus in your brainwave

Cataracts, psychological blinding
Blindfolds are binding
Cataracts, your mental condition of choice
Is it your true colors you're hiding
And it's always been your choice
Don't you fucking pretend you never had a voice

Stop and lift an eye if the crust isn't heavy yet
You told me the one you wait for may soon
Allow your sun to set
You walking contradiction, you obstinate being
Can you tell me what color his eyes are
If a blurred image is all you're seeing
I never know whether this is something you knew
So I suggest you take a listen
I won't turn the other cheek like you
Take this call, seeing what's ahead of your time
These misshapen creatures you're trying to see
In a world too beautiful to be color blind

Description
"Cataracts"

Cloudy eyes in a deep demise
Clouds in front of blue skies
You can't change the color of your eyes
You can't change the skies

I watch you run inside this dirty lens
Past muddy waters you look through, you do what you can
Before you get the chance to cleanse
It could remind me of dolls and infants, the way you bustle
Could you put it in a way I understand?
What forbids you to evolve and stretch this ciliary muscle
How can I pity such a tunnel view
Impossible to shake you into transparency when
The end is all you have to look forward to

Expansion, the mother of your own acceptance
Let the unexplainable rest, a sleeping sixth sense
Admire all that surrounds you
Without your second nature's grieving
Sever, breathe in, expand, breathe out
A placid moment when seeing is believing

Cataracts, psychological blinding
Blindfolds are binding
Cataracts, your mental condition of choice
Is it the color of your eyes you're hiding
It's always been your choice
Don't pretend you never had a voice

You're seeing black and white, touching silver and gold
And no one's to remind you that one day all you gained will be withered
If you would please pardon me for being so bold
As to offer you a candle to perhaps watch for any hollow ground
I want to see your soul-windows again, as I'm torn by my grudge
I kinda want to see you drop that candle and burn your fucking house down
But I'll put my wants aside and everything I crave
You get what you get when it takes a coma to open your third eye
When the truth becomes a foetus in your brainwave

Cataracts, psychological blinding
Blindfolds are binding
Cataracts, your mental condition of choice
Is it your true colors you're hiding
And it's always been your choice
Don't you fucking pretend you never had a voice

Stop and lift an eye if the crust isn't heavy yet
You told me the one you wait for may soon
Allow your sun to set
You walking contradiction, you obstinate being
Can you tell me what color his eyes are
If a blurred image is all you're seeing
I never know whether this is something you knew
So I suggest you take a listen
I won't turn the other cheek like you
Take this call, seeing what's ahead of your time
These misshapen creatures you're trying to see
In a world too beautiful to be color blind