P.S. Eliot - Watch on Mute lyrics

Transparent your eyes drooping dead
Your arms over your head
Draft posture, throught graphic
You stood layered lean covers of magazines
I'd worship you and now i reside in my head
And i ripped you to shreds page after page
If i could show no remorse
Let severance run it course you'd disengage
But i watch it without the sound
You're far, i'm underground
We star in silent films
We live in cryptic realms you feel
Complicated and spread
You watch me densely dread
Each monologue, we sit on porches and trains
Listening to complaint and prattle talk
And we are identical anguish, inexplicable
And i wouldn't know what to
Tell me if i were you
And you're not saying much
I watch it without the sound
You're far, im underground
We star in silent films
We live in cryptic realms
I think i'm getting out