Bugs are on the ceiling tiles
All scratching at my neck
Laboured breathing in and out
I can't sleep in my own bed
Drifting with the lights turned on
While my heart beats through my throat
It's sink or swim, I've had enough
Keep your head up, try and float
Stuck inside myself again
With some hope tied up in knots
It turns on each arrival date
As every bloodline clots
As every bloodline clots
This bullshit is thicker than water
Our water will flood every thought
So pensive in false isolation
For every last feeling to rot
Soon you'll find your faith renewed
But it's Mushroom clouds instead
With fear hung up behind some glass
We can keep above our heads
Each memory will turn when it's jaded
As you try coming back from the dead
Convinced that it's already fated
While we pray at the side of our beds
Stuck inside myself again
With some hope tied up in knots
It turns on each arrival date
As every bloodline clots
As every bloodline clots
Everybody seems to want a little piece of it
So lay down and rest your eyes
Everybody needs to try and get away from this
It sure ain't no surprise
It sure ain't no surprise