Comfort Machine

The Flying Eyes

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Don’t talk to me now
There’s no time to spare
Futures are in my palm
Words cannot compare

Apathy’s killing us
But all we do is stare
Apathy’s killing us
But we don’t seem to care

Your house is falling down
Well that’s a crying shame
And if your body is burning
Only yourself to blame

Apathy’s killing us
But we don’t seem to care