You know you ain't go ing nowhere
You're stuck inside while
You said you knew me in the
Twisting on pins into my eyes
And we driving on the ceiling
Facin' up the walls with your
I don't think at all end up
There's spiders on the wall
Dead heads lying in the corner
Staring at me making me feel bad
I put my hands up to my eyes
But the holes in my palms
To corner you, corner you, corner you
Sucking through my skin into my brain
Oxygen pushing on the window
Cracks in the glass let it slip away
I start to cry and I keep on laughing
I close my eyes at what's left inside
For all the time this land,
for all the time in my hands
Circle around in depth found
Razor blades floating in the
Air bubbles in your veins turning
Whispers coming from the next room
Window cleaner keeps on spying
I put my hands up to my eyes
But the holes in my palms
To corner me, corner me, corner me
Twelve ton hammer for my breakfast
Slipping of the edge in catatonic blood
Multiple decibel inscriptions
Trying all they can in miles an hour
Of face grey and looming downwards
Sniffing all the time for a ounce
Numbers counting down inside me
I eat my hands 'cause my legs
You broke my neck cause I snapped my spine
I wish you would die away,
For all the time this land,
for all the time in my hands
Circle round in depth found