A dissipation of pain is more important than
When it begins.
Its above any love I have
To see these bruises for my sins.
And its not about what we are, today
Its an unspecific stage.
Its 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 wont be found.
Is there a difference in meaning between a brief vacation and a brush with death?
And which one do I need.
Im sick to speak
Im too weak to catch my breath.
Well, Im caught in these thoughts and awkward words
Im making clinical, chemical, friends
Above my head discrete circled birds of sleep
Preparing to descend
(Preparing to descend)
Its a constriction of chest
At best
At worst
Its burst
By a heavy stone.
I can do things that you know Ive done before
When Ive been with myself alone
(When Ive been with myself alone)
I know its destructive
Is there anymore I can
Be surprised by joy
Never-the-less in my stress and anxiety suggest
Theres 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 its told in blood
If you were better for me
You wouldnt be so good.
But be the clever hands
The people take their bows.
The demons in the scenery scream its 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 wont be found
Wont be found
Wont be found.
