8th Floor
What should I do?I can't see, above the cloudsA cloudy sky in viewIn an aeroplane that won't arrive
What should I do?I can't see, above the cloudsA cloudy sky in viewIn an aeroplane that won't arrive
Only appearances, isn't it ridiculousPlasma bursting with electronsMake me dizzyIt becomes dark, night coming quicklyThe container was shatteredYou, so pure, seem fit to swell and burstI stabbed you with my needleand stuck it in your mucous membranePassion sprouts pleasureIt finally came out, the act of tearing budsThough my eyes are closed, i'm falling in my mindAnd I feel like it can't be helpedExactly how you thought, isn't it?Throw everything awayLet's go that wayLosing to gravity, nothing but consciousnessRunning through spaceThe ceiling is that wayMy mind and body are pulled apartLook, the changing sunWrapped in bandages"It's a new morning"
What should I do?I can't see, above the cloudsA cloudy sky in viewIn an aeroplane that won't arrive
As always, nothing changesFellow damaged goods, nothing left but scarsQuestions: Why is it like this?Affirm I've wasted all daysThat's right, because it's riddled with holesPlugged up with thorns just so I don't overflowSelecting, choosing the best threePretended I was hung up, repeating is impossibleFloating in space, turning, a nobody"Go easy if you can" says the green lightDirty town, did it always glisten this much?From the 8th floor iron bars, 7th floor, 6th, 5th, 3rdRegret passing throughMy head and the earth joining, a confusion of exciting good and evilblooming fireworks, and I turn into a flower"Darling, am I beautiful now?"