Mark Has Bedroom Eyes

God damn this feeling
i feel i'm right
and the world is fucked up
and prey for me cause
calling my name won't find me
a follower follows cause
he can't see where he's going

our lungs are black
our hearts are gold
i; m sorry stranger
but my hearts not sold
hope is over the hill

if i could find
an explanation
you know
i'd throw it in your face
a formal demonstration,
to put you in your place
i tried to see what you see
but it all came back to me
i can see but i can't believe

i can see but i can't believe
the thought of being wrong
it's how i am
lord knows i'm trying,
we'll make our own way home
i can see but i can't believe

our lungs are black
our hearts are gold
hope is over the hill