Hidden optical wall

On an obstacle course

In rural Maine

At the end of a dream

That I tried to control, but then

My field dissolved

And the fire's fields faded

And now I'm alone on fourth street

You're hurting my eyes when you go

You're hurting my eyes when you go

You're hurting my eyes when you go

You're leaving too soon

In the back of the house

The exorbinant cost of waking up

With your contacts still in

Is your corneas hazing up?

I barely moved

Are you a [?]

Just a [?] course

Through forspace

We don't rеally own anything

We don't really own anything

We don't rеally own anything

We're moving too fast

And Minkowski got home

The Los Angeles Times layed on the floor

And he fell to his knees

And his retinas fired on forspace