(shadows move... shadows move...) Fills the cracks. Like ink in the water. It’s not a choice. It’s a law. (The pull... the pull...) Nature hates a vacuum so I fill the room with smoke Silence is a heavy hand that’s reaching for the throat I didn't force the entry, I just waited for the crack Gravity’s a quiet killer, stabbing in the back. Like iron filings shivering when magnets get too near The drift is undetectable, the destination’s clear You think you’re steering the ship, you think you got the wheel? You’re just a puppet dancing on a string of cold steel. Don't rush the harvest, let the fruit rot on the vine The sweetness is a poison that takes a little time. Suspended in the grey, right before the curtain call WE DON'T FLOAT. WE FALL. Weather pattern shifting, yeah, the sun is freezing over Ambiguity is mist, I’m seeing ghosts inside the clover Certainty is heavy, man, it keeps you on the floor But I prefer the question mark waiting at the door. A cloud across the light, yeah, a sudden drop in heat Absence makes the hunger start to sharpen up its teeth Familiarity is numbness, distance makes it resurrection I’m standing in the corner, just a ghost in your reflection. Don't rush the harvest, let the fruit rot on the vine The sweetness is a poison that takes a little time. Suspended in the grey, right before the curtain call WE DON'T FLOAT. WE FALL. Break! The tension snaps like bone! The summer storm is home! Get off the precipice! SURRENDER TO THE ABYSS! (FALL!) Not a forced entry! (FALL!) Just gravity’s penitentiary! The leaf doesn't fight the wind. It just let’s go. (Let go...) Down here. Where the light turns off.
