Can you hear it? It says they will be here in the november lights.
It is the twilight my friend, drilling my subconscious mind.
Can you see it? It says they will be around my eyes,
it is an unknown ocean my friend, wondering for some paranoid tides.
Alone in their thoughts, I talk to them,
when blackness make them sad.
They cry inside my eyes, when I feel the sky is crawling in my veins.
They live inside me when I try to love you guys
can you feel them my friend? They are those voices
Looking at me from your eyes.