The Numanoid Channel

Stroll to the cafe

My God how time flies

I close up my brain

And another friend dies

I feel like a mirror

Feel like nothing is mine

I could go back to crying

But now dying seems fine

So I hang from the ceiling

Or I sit on the air

I'll rot in the corner

Until somebody cares

Faces at random

I quote people I knew

I'd love to be like me

If I could feel like you

Here am I more roche five the pain

Here am I just me and my walls to blame

Here am I, I really don't feel quite sane

Here am I still searching for my shadow in vain

Lock my door I only think in black and white

I'll even try to look ashamed

Moving out of Central

Somebody knows me well

Says he'll spill the whole story

He may be lying, I can't tell

Meet me inside

I'll keep my head on the floor

And one hand on the handle

Of the mad / sane door

(P) 1978 Beggars Banquet

My Shadow In Vain