Linea aspera - Synapse 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