It Could Ruin Your Day - Chokebore

This room is full of blank stares, eels on the balconies

And when they scream like hawks, man I listen patiently

There’s too much dust in the air, this little room is killing me

But I’m not feeling any less alone

I’m not feeling any less alone

She spoke through the holes in her hands, foreign words that frightened me

And my scars make you clean, you’re duller than I’ll ever be

I spoke through the holes in my hands but you won’t even look at me

But I’m not feeling any less alone