Neuroactive Surface
When I count the distance in light years
A part of me isn¹t satisfied I lost control and my sight
All the substance beneath my feet is gone
Behind my armor
I¹m safe In my orbit nervously
I just want to be disarmed by you
Then I would reach out into the surface
In this interstellar Ambience there¹s no perversity
Only obscurity of things that matter
I just want to be disarmed..
I just want to be disarmed by you
I just want to be disarmed..
I just want to be disarmed by you
Then I would reach out into the surface