Things on the Ceiling Songtext
von simvlacrvm

Eerie banging on the doors of definition
With the sound of gavels made of sand
Fangs show between the horde of waving hands
Finished first in place and locked away in gravel
Stone faced stoners all rejoice it was chosen long ago
Keep the key but throw the lock away
Chalk lines separate the fiend from the friend
I was free at the start but now the definition just depends
These doors define the third place that churns and bends
State of intermission
Curved perception
Is it something right behind me?
Beg the question
Spinning records save the file
Am I safe or am I saved
Am I here to stay? Finger food for thought on a China plate
Know your place
Leaking caverns born from night skies
Show the stars that humans idolize
Lanterns snuff fine lines between an idol and a sinking vessel
Either get the message left in red sigils
Or get left behind to starve with dogs with one too many heads
Not worth any mentions
No defenses
Chain link fences
Change the lenses
Six senses all betrayed by definition
No inventions left to fix the sound of buzzing beasts
That hide inside fluorescent lights
Illuminate the path to walk but keep me far behind


Gasp all you can
Air is running out
Hold your breath
Air is running out
Barely scraping by
Air is running out
Let the ceiling push down
On the verge of passing out
Pace around the room
Barely breathing now
Heir to this wound
On the verge of passing out
Let the walls close in
Barely breathing now
Let me out
Let me out
The air is running out