MAZUREWICZ
May the Lord bless me, protect me from evil and bring me to everlasting life!
GILMAN
The night, so fraught with sound
It never subsides, nor goes away
I strain to concentrate
And find the answers which help equate
Dimensions of reality
There's got to be a way
To step deliberately from earth
To points beyond in s***e
I will go higher
I'll make it there, no time to spare
I'm losin' self control
I will go higher
To comprehend, I must descend
Might even sell my soul
But I'll go high
I'll go high
MAZUREWICZ
Holy Spirit, lead me to a better understanding of the Cross of Christ!
The night so cursed, the Witch's Sabbath is near
I kneel to pray
Beware Walpurgis Night
The slaves of Satan I keep at bay
Brandishing this crucifix
Of silver in my hand
The ghosts which haunt my hallowed room
Forever will be d***ed
Fight fire with fire
Transfixed upon this crucifix
Until the break of dawn
Fight fire with fire
GILMAN
I hear his prayers from down the stairs
Why must he carry on?
I will go higher!
MAZUREWICZ
Fight fire with fire
Forsake evil deeds with rosary beads
"Our Father, who art in heaven..."
GILMAN
In these walls I see beyond boundaries
I will go higher!
I'll make it there, no time to spare, I'm losing self control
I will go higher!
ELWOOD
Between Mazurewicz's unrelenting prayers and Walter's fanatical devotion to his mathematical studies, he didn't get much rest. The longer we lived in the house, Father, the more obsessed he became. The strain on him was terrible. The doctor said he had some kind of "brain fever," but Walter swore it had something to do with the irregular shape of his garret room.
GILMAN
There's something 'bout these walls
Geometric and so strangely mathematical
Hypnotizing
Mesmerizing
I spend all night a***yzing
Angles and curves hide secrets so surprising
Esoteric, Asymmetric
Disguising something epic
It's slowly breaking me down
May the Lord bless me, protect me from evil and bring me to everlasting life!
GILMAN
The night, so fraught with sound
It never subsides, nor goes away
I strain to concentrate
And find the answers which help equate
Dimensions of reality
There's got to be a way
To step deliberately from earth
To points beyond in s***e
I will go higher
I'll make it there, no time to spare
I'm losin' self control
I will go higher
To comprehend, I must descend
Might even sell my soul
But I'll go high
I'll go high
MAZUREWICZ
Holy Spirit, lead me to a better understanding of the Cross of Christ!
The night so cursed, the Witch's Sabbath is near
I kneel to pray
Beware Walpurgis Night
The slaves of Satan I keep at bay
Brandishing this crucifix
Of silver in my hand
The ghosts which haunt my hallowed room
Forever will be d***ed
Fight fire with fire
Transfixed upon this crucifix
Until the break of dawn
Fight fire with fire
GILMAN
I hear his prayers from down the stairs
Why must he carry on?
I will go higher!
MAZUREWICZ
Fight fire with fire
Forsake evil deeds with rosary beads
"Our Father, who art in heaven..."
GILMAN
In these walls I see beyond boundaries
I will go higher!
I'll make it there, no time to spare, I'm losing self control
I will go higher!
ELWOOD
Between Mazurewicz's unrelenting prayers and Walter's fanatical devotion to his mathematical studies, he didn't get much rest. The longer we lived in the house, Father, the more obsessed he became. The strain on him was terrible. The doctor said he had some kind of "brain fever," but Walter swore it had something to do with the irregular shape of his garret room.
GILMAN
There's something 'bout these walls
Geometric and so strangely mathematical
Hypnotizing
Mesmerizing
I spend all night a***yzing
Angles and curves hide secrets so surprising
Esoteric, Asymmetric
Disguising something epic
It's slowly breaking me down