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 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 feel my chest crushing inwards, sucking through my skin into my brain. Oxygen pushing on the window, the 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. Then I'll ran away... For all the time this land, for all the time in my hand. Slip around, in depth found, calmness fall 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 tonnes hammer for my breakfast, slipping of the edge in catatonic blood. Multiple decibel inscriptions, trying all they can in miles an hour. Half-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 second son. I eat my hands, 'cos my legs are crying, you broke my neck, 'cause I snapped my spine. I wish you'd die away... For all the time this land, for all the time in my hand. Slip around, in depth found, calmness fall once again...