I close my eyes take a slow deep breath in Hold it frozen corrosion of tension I exhale slowly like death's cold end Hand in the air finger point to the fan blowing hair That sudden wrench damning the mare in despair Things hurt inside it band binding the chair I'm spinning, I'm spinning, hurry to the where What the why won't do who the where don't die (Don't die don't die) Looking left then right scanning danger, fight or flight Use your sight, might be near tight tones in the ear Rear view weird turn around, ope, the sun's shadow rattle the bones (Rattle rattle) shadow winking, scary but rad though, rad though Hairy situation fight or flight battle of the shadow, fisticuffs (It's all he had though had though) Duckin' left and right close an eye, lose some depth perception It's personal, fuckin' wept for the height of humanity's redemption Do or die, close both eyes now, breath in, reset the session I close my eyes take a slow deep breath in Hold it frozen corrosion of tension I exhale slowly like death's cold end Hand in the air finger point to the fan blowing hair That sudden wrench damning the mare in despair Things hurt inside it band binding the chair I'm spinning, I'm spinning, hurry to the where What the why won't do who the where don't die (Don't die don't die) Now we face to face, two shadows in phase Dark consuming dark in haste we waste away in this maze (in haste, in haste) Look me in the eye, you assuming what you're pursuing Hard to pursue when the pursuit is time-consuming Lack of confirmation leaving thoughts that are confusing What I am is the guy with the ice that becomes my bright eye Staring cold in the night sky with a side eye While I provide high, write my lifetime despite my fly-by With a nighttime reply by you and you alone A dry eye getting heavy (gettin' heavy heavy) Ice in my veins, bright in the blaze, fight through the haze High on the write, lifetime in the nighttime defy the grave I close my eyes take a slow deep breath in Hold it frozen corrosion of tension I exhale slowly like death's cold end Hand in the air finger point to the fan blowing hair That sudden wrench damning the mare in despair Things hurt inside it band binding the chair I'm spinning, I'm spinning, hurry to the where What the why won't do who the where don't die (Don't die don't die)
