My eyes have opened here
Is this the first time I have breathed?
Are these my hands in front of me?
Is this place, the very first place, I'll ever be?

My breath is stale in my lungs
And I think I'm getting some sort of fungus
Just by taking in my every desperate breath
How do I explain this to myself?

My hands are breaking here
Under the pencil I hold so damn dear
If I sang in the shower I'd drown
Since I'm so desperate to get unwound

This place, this place I've awoken to
It has knowledge of everything I'll ever do
And I think it knows all about you
Which is weird, because you're somewhere I can't get to

I peel my eyelids off my pupils
So I can take in where I'm gonna go
And I think about all I want to know
And even in this new state of life—

This place, this place I've awoken to
It has knowledge of everything I'll ever do
And I think it knows all about you
Which is weird, because you're somewhere I can't get to

I peel my eyelids off my pupils
So I can take in where I'm gonna go
And I think all I want to know
And even in this new state of life, you're what I like