The Fuzz

The fuzz in my head grows It's already so low The fuzz in my head stands It's already all too clear So much for losing track of time Can cope with a white noise Repeating imitation Can cope with a white noise Blissful complication The fuzz in my head stands It's already all too clear And the hum It seperates the two It's all frontline, frontline It cuts down inbetween It's all for nothing Too bad it's been here for awhile So much for losing track of time Let go i've seen it's worth your while So much for losing track of time...