Living Room Ceilings

Chantry Alexander

Skevillian

Chantry Alexander

horrorcore, medieval folk, brutal metal

(ooo, yeah)
Come closer, let me take your weight
(ooo)
Mm (ah)

You're clutchin' your ribs like the tide forgot its name  (woo, woo)
I see the panic when the hush begins to change
You call it freedom, I call it a cracked-back chain (hm)
Let me be the hook, the nail, the hand in your frame

You don't gotta be the saint, you don't gotta be the last one
Let your shoulders fall, baby, let the dark get a look, hon
I got the roof, you bring the pulse, yeah (woo)
You ain't gotta knock, I already knew your room

Let me be your cellar-door breathing (woo, woo)
Low and close when the lanterns stop believing
You been drifting thin, I, I just watch you leaning
(I got you, I got you) ain't that the meaning?
(oh-oh)
Cellar-door breathing, sweet and seething
You thought you wanted space, but space is where I'm feeding
I got you, I got you, yeah, that's the feeling
You don't gotta leave, long as you're still breathing

You talk about exits (woo), I talk about omens (woo)
You see a closed book, I see it opening
You flinch, I draw near, you shake, I slow the hour  (woo, woo)
The kind of tender thing that wears a mouth and flowers

You say spare me, I hear stay with me instead
You fold your hands like prayer, I set a crown on your head
You call it rescue, I call it devotion
Every time you heal, I find a deeper notion

Let me be your cellar-door breathing (ey, ey)
Low and close when the lanterns stop believing
You been drifting thin, I, I just watch you leaning
(I got you, I got you) ain't that the meaning? (meaning, meaning) (ah-ah)
Cellar-door breathing, sweet and seething
You thought you wanted space, but space is where I'm feeding
I got you, I got you, yeah, that's the feeling
You don't gotta leave, long as you're still breathing

You said don't touch me, I said too late
You said not your altar, I said I learned your name
You're a little soul that forgot how to vanish
I'm the old hunger that keeps you here, vanished

And the worst part?
I really mean it
(ooo)
Cellar-door breathing
You don't gotta run now
I got you, I got you
I got you, I got you

2065/7500

(ooo, yeah) Come closer, let me take your weight (ooo) Mm (ah) You're clutchin' your ribs like the tide forgot its name (woo, woo) I see the panic when the hush begins to change You call it freedom, I call it a cracked-back chain (hm) Let me be the hook, the nail, the hand in your frame You don't gotta be the saint, you don't gotta be the last one Let your shoulders fall, baby, let the dark get a look, hon I got the roof, you bring the pulse, yeah (woo) You ain't gotta knock, I already knew your room Let me be your cellar-door breathing (woo, woo) Low and close when the lanterns stop believing You been drifting thin, I, I just watch you leaning (I got you, I got you) ain't that the meaning? (oh-oh) Cellar-door breathing, sweet and seething You thought you wanted space, but space is where I'm feeding I got you, I got you, yeah, that's the feeling You don't gotta leave, long as you're still breathing You talk about exits (woo), I talk about omens (woo) You see a closed book, I see it opening You flinch, I draw near, you shake, I slow the hour (woo, woo) The kind of tender thing that wears a mouth and flowers You say spare me, I hear stay with me instead You fold your hands like prayer, I set a crown on your head You call it rescue, I call it devotion Every time you heal, I find a deeper notion Let me be your cellar-door breathing (ey, ey) Low and close when the lanterns stop believing You been drifting thin, I, I just watch you leaning (I got you, I got you) ain't that the meaning? (meaning, meaning) (ah-ah) Cellar-door breathing, sweet and seething You thought you wanted space, but space is where I'm feeding I got you, I got you, yeah, that's the feeling You don't gotta leave, long as you're still breathing You said don't touch me, I said too late You said not your altar, I said I learned your name You're a little soul that forgot how to vanish I'm the old hunger that keeps you here, vanished And the worst part? I really mean it (ooo) Cellar-door breathing You don't gotta run now I got you, I got you I got you, I got you

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