[Verse 1: Tom Watling] I ignore it And toss to prevent it from winning Yet still it will succeed In suspending unconsciousness A symphony of droplets Which I couldn't cla**ify as The spit of a harlot [Pre-Chorus: Tom Watling & Tom Callahan] No more thinking tonight Drying out my sanity in a way that seems intended 'Cause I have done my overtime Sick of sight, serenity and the way it's implemented [Chorus: Tom Watling & Tom Callahan] The blue twists and turns to red With bricks in my head These bricks in my head And my conscience has been fed With bricks in my head These bricks in my head [Verse 2: Tom Watling] I shake my pride and move Clutch and turn Exploding with every half movement Reaching out and stumbling like A short-sighted old aged wretch I clamber onto The switch, pupils Dilating, flinching back [Pre-Chorus: Tom Watling & Tom Callahan] [Chorus: Tom Watling & Tom Callahan] [Bridge: Tom Callahan] Sight is overwhelmed By all the other senses, so I Sit, sip and watch As they all merge back into one [Chorus: Tom Watling & Tom Callahan] [Chorus: Tom Watling & Tom Callahan] The blue twists and turns to red With bricks in my head These bricks in my head And now my conscience has been fed With bricks in my head These bricks in my head