No conviction in your numb mind   A hidden cell of chemicals   Keep your soul on my projection   Never turn on the camera      Because I kinda like the blank way   I fill up my life   I don't care for nothing   That gets me too high      I want some dampened spirits   And black and bitter spoons   I'm not looking for affection   I'm living on the moon      No conviction in your voice box   It's buried low beneath the guilt   It all seems real as you whisper   She lies warm and the smell is you      And she knows I kinda like the blank way   You fill up my mind   I don't care for nothing   That gets me too high      I want some dampened spirits   And black and bitter spoons   I'm not looking for reflection   I'm living on the moon      Here I am, right at home in my crater   Here I am feeling old   Here I am wishing for a miracle   I need you to know      That I like the blank way   I fill up the sky   And I care for nothing   You put in my mind      I like the blank way   You fill up my mind   I like the blank way   You fill up my mind      I like the blank way   You fill up my mind