Poked کے بول

I poked my eye with my finger Lying on the bed Now i'm sneezing and i'm blowing And i can't clear my head Is the pressure in the air from an august storm thats rumbling? I try not to care about it now Your pressure's down, anyway All alone i know i give in to chances Hold out yourself Your mental health Your surreal circumstances I try to keep it separate A built in third eye effacing every line I got a built in bad feeling that doesnt go away with time Lined up in a row Shadowless figurines Come up from below What they figure i figure i dont want to know There are two of us What i am what i was To be seen and not to be mistakenly taken serious Well there are two of us What i am what i was At the end of the millennium We'll soon be replaced by replicas All lined up in a row Shadowlesss figurines come up from below What they figure for me i dont want to know