When he looks he thinks he seesnFlawless skin although it bleeds nHe listens and he wants to hearnThe same thing that he seesnWhen he breathes he thinks he smellsnTheir clock burning but it's just his yearning lungsnHe thinks he knows how it should feelnHow it should feelnHow it should feelnnUsed to look up at the starsnThey seemed so close but now they seem so farnUsed to see that each one shinednNow he knows they're therenBut can't see where they arenEvery bird locked in that cagenIs every bird he's not allowed to freenThe door won't open heren'cause senselessness is holding back the keynnAnd it won't give it back to me, nonAnd I can't hear and I can't see, nonAnything outside of my bodynAnything, anything outsidennNow he doesn't know what to donGuess he won't do anythingnDon't understand this doubting bluenMaybe he just lives in greennThe more his senses keep him herenThe more he pushes away infinitynReaches out and holds it therenSo senselessness won't get the best of mennAnd it won't ever leave me be, nonAnd I can't hear and I can't see, nonAnything outside of my bodynAnything, anything outsiden