Falling, falling from the top of the atmosphere
How did it come to this
The contagion takes the form of its carrier
Networking into a cold cage
Falling, falling cells from the clouds
Conforming, attaching, in a gentle burial
Nobody notices the growing piles
Interconnected for miles
Shut out, Shut down, Shut in from the outside
Beating on these walls, Beating on this cold hard door
Shut out, Shut down, Shut in from the outside world
No answer to my cries as the daylight dies
His hand reaches across medium and mainland
Holding, tightening, gripping, smothering,
And I swear if it ever lets up
I will never again ask for you're protection
His gaze vicious as the eye of the hurricane
I was never prepared, unaware that I was
At the mercy of a miser once a friend
I followed his call into my city-sized grave
Solos: Bozdeck, Izzo, Bozdeck, Izzo, Rasmussen
Imprisoned here,
Struck down with fear
They told me to beware of the calm in the storm
But they themselves were hardly prepared
Your war stories only speak of the norm
Burdened by safety, blinded by a vision
That my life is my own, alone with my thoughts in this cave
They have become my only friends
Unlock the door, before I tear up the floorboards