Inertia on the Incline

[Intro] [Atmospheric Synth Pad] [Slow Sub-Bass] [Dry Vocal] The ceiling fan is spinning... But the air is dead and still... I'm waiting for the rush... But I just can't feel the pill. [Verse 1] [Clean Verse] [Lethargic Baritone] I used to vibrate through the walls, chew through the copper wire. I built an empire in my head and set the roof on fire. But now I'm staring at the drywall in the middle of the day... I took the usual dosage, but the floor won't drop away. I'm scraping at the bottom, just trying to get high... But the chemistry is broken, and I'm too damn tired to cry. [Pre-Chorus] [Swelling Distorted Bass, Slow Tom Drums] [Breathy Vocal] ...I remember touching the sun... ...I remember moving so fast... ...now I'm glued to the mattress... ...watching the shadows pass... [Chorus] [Doom Metal Drop, Crushing Fuzz Guitars, Heavy Crash Cymbals] [Desperate Wailing] STRAPPED INTO THE SEAT, RIDING DOWN THE STEEP INCLINE! I CHASED THE CHEMICALS, BUT LEFT MY GHOST BEHIND! I AM SICK OF THE MOMENTUM! SICK OF THE WHIPLASH! Traded all my manic gold for a pile of freezing ash! [Guttural Growl] I CAN'T FIND THE EXIT! I CAN'T UNBUCKLE THE BELT! I’m just a hollowed-out shell of everything I ever felt! [Verse 2] [Sudden Drop in Intensity] [Sparse Instrumentation, Plucked Electric Guitar] [Spoken Word] You asked me what's wrong. I said nothing. Because 'nothing' is exactly what is in my veins. You're looking for the spark that you married... But it got washed out in the rain. [Bridge] [Staccato Drums, Tension Build] [Staccato Delivery] Click-clack. Click-clack. Drag-ging-up-the-hill. Numb-ing-out-the-pain. Swall-ow-ing-the-pill. The-gears-are-all-rust-ed. The-mo-tor-is-dead. Just this de-af-en-ing hum in the back of my head. [Sudden Silence] [Chorus] [Explosive Doom Metal Drop, Wall of Sound Guitars] [Desperate Wailing] STRAPPED INTO THE SEAT, RIDING DOWN THE STEEP INCLINE! I CHASED THE CHEMICALS, BUT LEFT MY GHOST BEHIND! I AM SICK OF THE MOMENTUM! SICK OF THE WHIPLASH! Traded all my manic gold for a pile of freezing ash! [Guttural Growl] I CAN'T FIND THE EXIT! I CAN'T UNBUCKLE THE BELT! I’m just a hollowed-out shell of everything I ever felt! [Outro] [Acapella Fade, Distant Tape Hiss] [Whispered Vocal] I want to get off... Please let me get off... ...the ride is over. [Low Sub-Bass Rumble Decays to Silence]