Getting dizzy in own four walls
Caved and hazard consciously falls
A breath of fresh air like thunder
Texture sounds hearts will pound
Cold hair black in a warming fire
All my black coffin companions are on my shoulder
I can barely even see my shadow – listen in,
You and I are the same I’m not dreaming, hear the voices through my skull
Caught up in pure bliss I can hardly stand up
Sudden the siren of an ultraviolent church
Come down from heaven and bring me in sing-song,
They beat the spoons and the horns so loud
And I know that my lies are rotting
As he says it’s a prison too long
The lyrical break of those eyes through