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