Fly on the Wall - Crobot

Here I sit

Contemplating what shape to shift

I see so clear

When I’m closest to a sun’s tear

These colors they come to me

Some, I’m sure, you’ve never seen

Well our eyes aren’t the same

Yours are trained

Mine were freed

By something supernatural

And I’m just a fly on the wall

Understand

I am a twice born man

Second time’s a charm

To feel the grip of space’s endless arm

These colors they come to me

Some, I’m sure, you’ve never seen

Well our eyes aren’t the same

Yours are trained

Mine were freed

By something supernatural

And I’m just a fly on the wall

It’s something supernatural

You beg, you take, you steal from me

You love, you hate, you scream at me

These colors they come to me

Some, I’m sure, that you’ve never seen

Well our eyes aren’t the same

Yours are trained

Mine were freed

By something supernatural

And I’m just a fly on the wall

It’s something supernatural

And I’m just a fly on the wall

It’s something supernatural