You know you ain't going nowhere
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You're stuck inside while the mind is flying
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You said you'd help me in the morning
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Twisting on pins into my eyes
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And dragging on the ceiling below you
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Fixing up the walls with your crooked hands
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While you're miles away, miles away, miles away
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I didn't think it'll all end up like this
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There's spiders on the wall and they stink of piss
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Dead heads lying in the corner
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Staring at me making me feel bad
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I put my hands up to my eyes
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But the holes in my palms let me find a way
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To corner you, corner you, corner you
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I can feel my chest crushing inwards
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Sucking through my skin into my BRAIN
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Oxygen pushing on the window
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cracks in the glass let It slip away
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I start to cry and I keep on laughing
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I close my eyes at what's left inside
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And then I'll ran away, ran away, ran away
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For all the time this land
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For all the time in my hand
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Slip around in depth found
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Calmness fall once again, once again, once again
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Razor blades floating in the warm bath
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Air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black
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Whispers coming from the next room
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Window cleaner keep on SPYING
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I put my hands up to my eyes
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But the HOLES in my PALMS let me find A way
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to corner me, corner me, corner me
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Twelve tonnes hammer for My breakfast
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Slipping of the edge in catatonic blood
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Multiple decibel inscriptions
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trying all they Can in miles an hour
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Our face is Grey and looming downwards
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Sniffing all the time for a ounce of silence
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Screaming all the way, all the way, all the way
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Numbers counting down inside me
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Solar system thoughts circle round my head
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False teeth hanging from the ceiling
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Feet looking of the goms of the 2nd son
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I eat my hands cos my legs are crying
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You Broke my neck cause I Snapped my spine
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I wish you would Die away, Die away, Die away
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To all the time in this land
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And all the time in my hands
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Circle Round in depth found
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Calmness Fall once again, once again, once again ...
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Panic
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| Anathema |
