Panic - Anathema

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 we driving on the ceiling below

you… facin’up the walls with your crocked hands

while you’re miles away I don’t think at 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 keeps 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 (12) 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