Black Static

Woke up inside the black static dream, Now I'm still running and I still can't see the brand new blood dollars stab-nailed to my own back. Reaching behind the fumes of youth, hold on to nothing and call it the truth. Sleep-watching TV selling me all the new ways to use. Born, born up inside the black static machine. Feeling around for something of me, warped imperfection shot from between the flesh and reflection of the light in the dark of me. Tired now of fighting, Tired now of time, Tired now of lying, Tired of being so damn blind, torn up inside. Torn up inside the black static dream. Black static running through my eyes, Black static turning my insides, Black static rising, Black static falls, Black static nothing, Black static all and all and all. Born up inside the black static machine, Born up inside the black static dream. --- Black Static - Giants Chair