no conviction in your numb mind a hidden cell of chemicals keep your soul on my projection never turn on the camera because i kinda like the blank way i fill up my life i don t care for nothing that gets me too high i want some dampened spirits and black and bitter spoons i m not looking for reflection i m living on the moon no conviction in your voice box it s buried low beneath the guilt it all seems real as you whisper she lies warm and as well as you but she knows i kinda like the blank way you fill up my mind i don t care for nothing that gets me too high i want some dampened spirits and black and bitter spoons i m not looking for reflection i m living on the moon here i am right at home in my crater here i am feeling old here i am wishing for a miracle i need you to know  that i like the blank way i fill up the sky and i care for nothing you put in my mind i like the blank way you fill up my mind i like the blank way you fill up my mind i like the blank way you fill up my mind4