IT'S ALL PERFECT AND STRANGE
SETTING FIRE TO THE SKY AS WE BEG FOR RAIN
IN THIS SPINNING ROOM, I HIDE
IN COVER FROM THE EVER IMPOSING THREAT
TO SPREAD THE OPEN WOUND
EXPOSE THE THINNEST SKIN
EXPOSE THE COLD WITHIN
I KNOW
IT'S A DEAD END ROAD
IT'S A BURNING ROPE
YET STILL I CLIMB
JUST A LITTLE DERANGED
PEELING SCABS OFF THE PAST AS WE CRY FOR CHANGE
EMBRACE THIS CRUSHING GLOOM
REPEATING CYCLE, TEST HOW DEEP THIS HOLE CAN GET
BEFORE IT ALL COMES TRUE, UNTIL IT SWALLOWS THIS
BEFORE IT ALL COMES TRUE, UNTIL IS CRUSHES YOU