The ceiling drifts, the carpet starts to bend I never asked how far the edges extend A pocket watch ticking, locked inside of my head They’re frantic for answers to the words left unsaid Floating past pictures of who I should be Framed on the brickwork and falling with me No panic, no rushing, no gravity left Just quiet detachment, floating in my chest Let the parlor burn, let the tea turn cold I’m trading the script that I was sold Gravity’s an option I decline today Watch the real world pixelate and fade away... Down, down, through the hollow ground Where nothing makes a single heavy sound Tumblin’ through velvet, drifting through static They call it a spiral, I call it systematic Let the hours blur, let the rabbit run My world starts when the surface is done (Down, down... nothing touches me here) Cabinets floating with bottles of glass Labels that tell me which shadows will pass "Drink me to soften the noise in the street" "Eat me to grow past the things you repeat" I leave them all drifting, untouched on the shelf The only true cure is forgetting myself Down in the dark where the logic is clean Miles below everything loud and obscene Let the clocks wind down, let the whispers stall I didn’t get pushed, I leaned into the fall No rules to unravel, no games to obey Just watch the bright colors dissolve into grey... Down, down, through the hollow ground Where nothing makes a single heavy sound Tumblin’ through velvet, drifting through static They call it a spiral, I call it systematic Let the hours blur, let the rabbit run My world starts when the surface is done (Down, down... nothing touches me here) They think falling is losing control. They don’t realize how peaceful it is... when you finally stop looking for the floor. Down, down, through the hollow ground Where nothing makes a single heavy sound Tumblin’ through velvet, drifting through static They call it a spiral, I call it systematic Let the hours blur, let the rabbit run My world starts when the surface is done (Down, down... nothing touches me here) (Far below the noise... down, down...) Soft landing, slow drifting... The noise up above is lifting. Tick... tock... fade. Safe inside the mess I made. (Down... down... nothing touches me here)
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