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Between the Seams

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[Verse 1] I was born without a face so they made clear covers for my eyes. I learned to sleep while looking, to dream beneath the lights. Everyone gets darkness sometime. I have watched my whole life. At first I saw one beside a woman on the train. Small and pale, it watched her closely. round eyes burning in her brain. She forgot why she came. Then I saw more: and one more and one more around me. Little figures in the corners where no one else could see. Sometimes laughing, sometimes waiting, always watching...silently. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe everybody has one. Maybe mine is right behind me. Maybe they leave when you look for them. I wish somebody would blind me(blind me). [Chorus] I don't know why they're here. I don't know what they want. I only know they hate being seen. They live behind us, in the spaces in between. I don't know where they come from. They live between the seams. between the seams... [Verse 2] The more people in the room, the more active they become. They twitch and grin and crowd together, like children having fun. Soundlessly one will clap its hands when someone comes undone. I've seen one whisper in an ear and watch a memory disappear. At first they never looked at me, not even by mistake. Now when it's only me and someone else, their round eyes drift away and settle on my face. blind me...(blind me) [Pre-Chorus] Maybe everybody has one. Maybe mine was always late. Maybe seeing them was harmless. Maybe seeing sealed my fate. [Chorus] I don't know why they're here. I don't know what they want. I only know they hate being seen. They live behind us, in the spaces in between. I don't know where they come from. They live between the seams. between the seams... [Verse 3] Now they don't whisper when I walk into the room. They don't laugh or clap or mimic. They don't dance like fools. They forget the ones they follow. Every head turns when I move. Their arms hang at their sides. Their little hands are still. Those round eyes keep watching me. I know they always will. A dozen in the hallway. Twenty waiting for the kill. Last night they all went silent. Every one looked straight at me. They're done watching their people. I think they're watching me. blind me...(blind me) [Final Chorus] [sub-bass, tactile low-frequency pressure for more impact!] [Vocal male A] I don't know why they're here. [Vocal male B - answering] I don't know what they want. [Vocal male A] I only know they hate being seen. [Both - harmony] They live behind us, [Vocal male B - sustained] in the spaces in between. [Vocal male A] I don't know where they come from. [Both - widening harmony] They live between the seams. [Vocal male B - distant] between the seams... [Both - layered echoes] between the seams... blind me...(blind me) blind me...(blind me) [Outro] [dual male vocals Rapid Trade-Offs]) please God, blink.... blink.... blink... blink... blink... blink... blink...