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During the making of Fantastic Planet, the band holed up in a house in the foothills of LA, where their drug use increased. Greg Edwards described his feelings of isolation and being disconnected from the rest of the world like living on the moon. In the Golden documentary, this song’s working tit...
[Intro]
No conviction in your numb mind
A hidden cell of chemicals
Keep your soul on my projection
Never turn on the camera
Because
[Chorus]
I kinda like the blank way
I fill up my life
I don't care for nothing
That gets me too high
I want some dampened spirits
And black and bitter spoons
I'm not looking for reflection
I'm living on the moon
[Verse 1]
No conviction in your voice box
It's buried low beneath the guilt
It all seems real as you whisper
She lies warm and as well as you
But she knows
[Chorus]
I kinda like the blank way
You fill up my mind
I don't care for nothing
That gets me too high
I want some dampened spirits
And black and bitter spoons
I'm not looking for reflection
I'm living on the moon
[Bridge]
Here I am
Right at home
In my crater
Here I am
Feeling old
Here I am
Wishing for
A miracle
I need you to know
[Outro]
That I like the blank way
I fill up the sky
And I care for nothing
You put in my mind
I like the blank way
You fill up my mind
I like the blank way
You fill up my mind
I like the blank way
You fill up my mind
Blank was written by Failure & Greg Edwards & Ken Andrews.
Blank was produced by Failure.