You see me disappear.
Taken in, taken away.
Caught in another memory.
Looking for something left to see.
Now I want something.
The one in the corner, it's moving
slowly up, slowly down.
Never too brilliant or clever,
it won't turn around.

The mask keeps on slipping and tearing,
the holes are big enough to see.
No one will know that I'm looking.
They can't get to me.

So slow.
You see me disappear.
Taken in, taken away.