Panic

You know you ain't going nowhere
You're stuck inside while the mind is flying
You said you'd help me in the morning
Twisting on pins into my eyes
And dragging on the ceiling below you
Fixing up the walls with your crooked hands
While you're miles away, miles away, miles away

I didn't think it'll all end up like this
There's spiders on the wall and they stink of piss
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 let me find a way
to corner you

I can't feel my chest because it ain't much
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
and then i'll ran away

For all the time this land
for all the time in my hand
slip around
(...
...)
once again

Razor blades floating in the warm bath
air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black
whispers coming from the next room
window cleaner keep on SPYING
I put my hands up to my eyes
but the HOLES in my PALMS let me find
a way to corner me

twelve hammer for My breakfast
slipping of the edge in catatonic blood
multiple decibel inscriptions trying all they
can in miles an hour ... face
grey and looming downwards
sniffing ALL THE TIME for a ounce
of silence screaming all the way numbers
counting down inside me
solar system thoughts circle
round my HEAD false teeth hanging
from the ceiling feet looking of the goms
of the 2nd son I eat
my hands cos my legs are crying you
BROKE my neck cause i
snapped my spine I wish you would
die away to all the time in this land
and all the time in my hands circle
round in depth found calmness
fall once again