This ain't the type of a story
That you could read
about in Sunday news
Different kind of information
Combination made
of pointless singularities
Can you tell me
Can you tell me
Are you satisfied
we're living in this glass jar
Don't open the blinds
Don't open the blinds
I've got a feeling
it won't keep me alive
Don't open the blinds
Don't open the blinds
I've got a feeling
it won't keep me alive
I closed the door behind me
But I kept thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about your body
I'm artificial on the inside
Coincide with me and tell me
that you're the same
Can you tell me
Can you tell me
Do I even want to know
Don't open the blinds
Don't open the blinds
I've got a feeling
it won't keep me alive
Don't open the blinds
Don't open the blinds
I've got a feeling
it won't keep me alive
Don't open the blinds
Don't open the blinds
I've got a feeling
it won't keep me alive
Don't open the blinds
Don't open the blinds
I've got a feeling
I've got a feeling
it won't keep me alive