The Room Outside کے بول

Through all the circuitry we'll find time Symmetrical moments in mind Those eyes begin to think Styrofoam magic marker moons or tombs Superglue all your pretty wounds Though I begin to drink Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape Waking up the metal mercenary, suffocating in the room outside Paper mache manawar-lords of course Plastic champagne and sliding doors Those eyes begin to think Planetal targets in my mind, sometimes Losing perspective on my kind Though I begin to drink Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape Have you met the jewel architect, he's burning slowly in the room outside