Fighting the Smoke

I want to scream
But who the hell could find us?
Hello yourself
Your books can only bind us

Fighting the smoke and inhalation
All telescope of respiration
Finding the boat of desolation
Then you will see, my love
Then you will see

Now you're a happy smoke of partial blindness
The other hand respects the devil's kindness
Sipping the drink of penetration
Skipping the joking connotation
Slipping the yoke of speculation
Then you will see, my love
Then you will see

I tried to listen with all of my power of understanding
Can't make them out with all adjectives slipping away
I can't grasp every new concept your program's demanding
Can't find the words to report any progress each day

Fighting the smoke and inhalation
A periscope of desperation
Finding the boat of desolation
Then you will see, my love
Then you will see