Panic

You know you ain't going nowhere

you're stuck inside while the mind is flying

you said you'd help me in the morning

twisting on pins into my eyes

and we driving on the ceiling below you

facin' up the walls with your crocked hands

while you're miles away...

I don't think at all end up like this

there's spiders on the wall and they stink of piss

dead heads lying in the corner

staring at me making me feel bad

I put my hands up to my eyes

but the holes in my palms let me find a way

to corner you...

I can't feel my chest because it ain't much

sucking through my skin into my brain

oxygen pushing on the window

cracks in the glass let it slip away

I start to cry and I keep on laughing

I close my eyes at what's left inside

and then I'll ran away...

For all the time this land

for all the time in my hand

circle around in depth

found calmness fall once again...

Razor blades floating in the warm bath

air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black

whispers coming from the next room

window cleaner keep on spying

I put my hands up to my eyes

but the holes in my palms let me find a way

to corner me...

Twelve ton hammer for my breakfast

slipping of the edge in catatonic blood

multiple decibel inscriptions

trying all they can in miles an hour

all face grey and looming downwards

sniffing all the time for a ounce of silence

screaming all the way...

Numbers counting down inside me

solar system thoughts circle round my head

false teeth hanging from the ceiling

feet looking of the goms of the 2nd son

I eat my hands 'cos my legs are crying

you broke my neck 'cause I snapped my spine

I wish you would die away...

For all the time this land

for all the time in my hand

circle around in depth

found calmness fall once again...