A dissipation of pain is more important than...
When it begins.
It's above any love I have
To see these bruises for my sins.
And it's not about what we are, today
It's an unspecific stage.
It's the rate of desiccation
That I anticipate.
But when the systems start...
And the lights go down...
Demons in the scenery turn my world around.
And I get myself... Lost...
I won't be found.
Is there a difference in meaning between a brief vacation and a brush with death?
And which one do I need.
I'm sick to speak
I'm too weak to catch my breath.
Well, I'm caught in these thoughts and awkward words
I'm making clinical, chemical, friends
Above my head discrete circled birds of sleep
Preparing to descend
(Preparing to descend)
It's a constriction of chest
At best
At worst
It's burst
By a heavy stone.
I can do things that you know I've done before
When I've been with myself alone
(When I've been with myself alone)
I know it's destructive
Is there anymore I can
Be surprised by joy
Never-the-less in my stress and anxiety suggest
There's nothing left to destroy.
But when the lights go up
And the curtain falls
Demons in the scenery scream like animals
And I get myself... lost...
Inside that voice.
Some things will fracture slowly...
Some things have sudden breaks...
I wish someone had told me...
Not to repeat mistakes.
I step inside my story...
And see it's told in blood...
If you were better for me...
You wouldn't be so... good.
But be the clever hands
The people take their bows.
The demons in the scenery scream 'it's over now'
And I get myself
(Lost)
Ohoohwoahoh
Ohohohohooh
Sometimes the lights go down...
(Some things will fracture slowly)
Sometimes the lights go down...
The demons in the scenery turn my world around.
(I wish someone had told me)
(Demons!)
Did I get myself lost?
(How do I turn my dreams down)
I won't be found
Won't be found
Won't be found.
When it begins.
It's above any love I have
To see these bruises for my sins.
And it's not about what we are, today
It's an unspecific stage.
It's the rate of desiccation
That I anticipate.
But when the systems start...
And the lights go down...
Demons in the scenery turn my world around.
And I get myself... Lost...
I won't be found.
Is there a difference in meaning between a brief vacation and a brush with death?
And which one do I need.
I'm sick to speak
I'm too weak to catch my breath.
Well, I'm caught in these thoughts and awkward words
I'm making clinical, chemical, friends
Above my head discrete circled birds of sleep
Preparing to descend
(Preparing to descend)
It's a constriction of chest
At best
At worst
It's burst
By a heavy stone.
I can do things that you know I've done before
When I've been with myself alone
(When I've been with myself alone)
I know it's destructive
Is there anymore I can
Be surprised by joy
Never-the-less in my stress and anxiety suggest
There's nothing left to destroy.
But when the lights go up
And the curtain falls
Demons in the scenery scream like animals
And I get myself... lost...
Inside that voice.
Some things will fracture slowly...
Some things have sudden breaks...
I wish someone had told me...
Not to repeat mistakes.
I step inside my story...
And see it's told in blood...
If you were better for me...
You wouldn't be so... good.
But be the clever hands
The people take their bows.
The demons in the scenery scream 'it's over now'
And I get myself
(Lost)
Ohoohwoahoh
Ohohohohooh
Sometimes the lights go down...
(Some things will fracture slowly)
Sometimes the lights go down...
The demons in the scenery turn my world around.
(I wish someone had told me)
(Demons!)
Did I get myself lost?
(How do I turn my dreams down)
I won't be found
Won't be found
Won't be found.