Testo Stroboscope Lights

From where i stand i see all the pieces of the mirror
and i can connect the brain to the felt-tip pen.
From up above i see all your houses like boxes, crammed together,
and if i jump jump jump i know where i will land.

Stroboscope lights into my soul,
too much reflection to be fit for a home.
So i shut my eyes and i try to sleep but there's an echo echo echo inside of me.

i smelled like fish when i came out of the water
and i couldn't stand the pain of my limbs starting to grow
and since that day i've had one eye looking to the river
and my strap-on emotions trying to piss my name into the snow.

Stroboscope lights into my soul,
to much reflection to be fit for a home.
So i shut my eyes and i try to sleep
but there's an echo echo echo inside of me.