Cathode Watching the hit, I feel calm, crying and blood
try smell harm, back I go this mode of mind
you see me nice, you see me kind
My eyes strain, a blatant stain
this bloody picture, failing to scare
Can't touch it, it goes through me
can't feel the hit, all I do is see
the two sides of me, this square of glass
watch from a distance, and let it all pass.