Punch in
Learn to accept
This drone state
Eyes look dead
Creeping ahead
Close it all out and step out your head
Better off drowned
Than sunk in dirt
Air is so thick
Insides hurt
Taking form as it leaves out your meat
Can you feel it
Reaching out
For something real
Eating us thin
Slowly, panic is setting in
Name all your demons and step out your head
Can you feel it reaching out
It's a sinking feeling
Floor to ceiling
A black hole nothing
That becomes my coffin
Yeah
