Pale Blue Perishes

I don't sleep while I think about how I slept

I face a static body
Only fingers move
Without knowing why

I watch the world and the things
In an almost perfect disguise

I'm a spy and a book of memories read in blood
Though I never had it with me
The increasing understanding is discontinuous

Your wild claws stain our skin
And I return restlessly

I'm a spy and a book of memories read in blood
Though I never had it with me
The increasing understanding is discontinuous

Unveiling an intriguing appeal
I almost burst my lungs
In the abrupt inhale into the real

What remains isn't enough
And I can't reach conclusions
I find the senses' vices
Fucking indisposing me
Terribly

I'm a spy and a book of memories read in blood
Though I never had it with me
The increasing understanding is discontinuous