Pick up, glue me to the ceiling
I see the world from way up high
I know what they're going to tell me
It never changed my mind
They know where they want to keep you
Don't want to fall in love
With the feeling
Ideas
And the searching
Secrets locked up in a basement
I want to burn them out
Two paths and a revelation
I don't know which one now
That smoke probably should've killed me
They left me six feet down
In the jungle
Right here
I struggle
I fear
Might be a case of hiding myself
No one to hold me down
I'm always asking all the questions
But scared to find them out
But now the room is getting clearer
And I can speak out loud
Can you hear me
In the light
This feeling
Tonight
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
There's no more room for bending
We either break or go away
There's no more room for bending
When there is nothing left to say
There's no more room for bending
And I was breaking down from the center