[short instrumental intro] [verse] They convene Round my pillowed head A hundred pale and hollow eyes They skitter Stitched in every thread They laugh With each mournful sigh [chorus] They gather They tighten They spin and bend Like dots composed A wrathful tide Every pore becomes a throat That opens wide A tangled mess of a moat -- My skin begins its silent crawl A shiver rises I hold my breath I count to ten But still the thoughts return again -- They gather And they tighten [break] [verse] I wrap the blanket to my chin I bid the dark to hold its tongue Yet the voice over is not done -- No sound is made I still sing dark Psalms The pulse of panic rising fast I curl my hands to try to calm But every touch recalls the past [bridge] I shut my eyes to find some peace But round And round And round The endless cycle creeps A guided swirl Of holes And seeds And pits That blink like stars Beyond my sleep [guitar solo] [chorus][reprise] They gather They tighten They spin and bend Like dots composed A wrathful tide Every pore becomes a throat That opens wide A tangled mess of a moat -- My skin begins its silent crawl A shiver rises I hold my breath I count to ten But still the thoughts return again -- They gather And they tighten [instrumental outro] .... Oh hi Dan, I didn't see you there. Shout out to everyone named Dan cus why not.
