Hell Screens

A life of waiting
A life of being passed by
Everyone's a critic with a patch covering their critical eye
We took the parachute jump from dreams, and never arrived

From my bed
The world the world looks sweet enough to breathe
But when you stand
You can't stand a single fucking thing that you see
We took
That parachute jump and never made it out of the dream

All we see are different layers of the dream
And all throughout the night
We're tossing in our sleep
One eye sees the world while the other one's stuck in dreams
And it's all the superimposition of hell screens

Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
(It's ocular)
Open up your eyes
(It's ocular)
Open up your eyes
(It's ocular)
Open up your eyes
(It's ocular)
Open up your eyes