Linea Aspera Synapse song lyrics

A single moment was enough to create this:

a retinal distraction when a scatter of light

hits and forms an image.

Perfection is the harshest term.

The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me, it hurts.

The neurons have fired:

a torrential surge through the optic nerve…

I can't find the words.

The warmth of a body in an empty bed…

When only the scent is left, only dissent is left.

It's too late for rational sense, the neurons have fired.

A single moment was enough to create this:

a retinal distraction when a scatter of light

hits and forms an image.

Perfection is the harshest term.

The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me,

it hurts.