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Ten thousand plastic eyeballs
float through space
Why don't you listen when you
see my face
It's a grim prediction, but I
told you so, and
Everyone says that there's no explanation
And nobody wanted to know
Something's terribly, terribly wrong with me
Ten Thousand Light Years Away
Feelings of dread like a deathbed's
silent gloom
I found a pile of red tape
in my room
There's a lucid feeling of
insanity, and
Everyone says that there's no explanation
And it's simply the norm to agree
Just several weeks ago
there was a status quo
Ten Thousand Light Years Away
(blue times high crimes all's well like hell)
Something's terribly, terribly good
and quite misunderstood
Ten Thousand Light Years Away
Ten Thousand Light Years Away
- Album:
- Nature Tapes
- I Am Become Christmas (EP)
- Spirit Phone
- The FuMP, Vol. 56: March - April 2016
- The FuMP, Vol. 57: May - June 2016
- The Fump, Vol. 20: March - April 2010
- The FuMP, Vol. 39 - May-June 2013
- The Fump, Vol. 36: November - December 2012
- The FuMP, Vol. 37: January - February 2013
- The FuMP, Vol. 54: November - December 2015
- A Mask of My Own Face
- Nature Tapes EP
- The FuMP Volume 35: September - October 2012
- The Fump Vol. 31: Jan-Feb 2012
- The Fump Volume 31: January - February 2012
- The Fump, Vol. 22: July - August 2010
- The Fump, Vol. 19: January - February 2010
- YTMND Soundtrack, Volume 8: Wartime Edition
- The FuMP, Vol. 42: November - December 2013
- The FuMP, Vol. 43: January - February 2014