Comet Watch
My celestial dread
Paints faces on the moon
Of my co-workers and friends
And holds them up to taunt me
As all my fear
Projects onto the sky
But the meaning disappears
When you see it from the other side
It's torment, haunting, the space behind the light
Pollution, you should, keep your eyes on
The 3 am
Compulsive
Comet watch
Will I see my death?
Or will I see their god?
When I join the dots
The constellations of death
Paint pictures of swords
Hanging over our heads
And don't you worry
I've mapped them all
I've got Polaroids and string
I've been pressing pins
Into the bedroom ceiling
With all this hawking terror in my blood
The endless waiting for the nothingness on
The 3 am
Obsessive
Comet watch
Watching shadows dance
Through the spinning cardboard slots
There's just no peace in the breaths I take
In the pregnant pause while I lie awake
Because I can't sleep knowing that time could come
Crashing in drunk through the door
To deal his torment, caustic, burning through the light
Pollution, you should, keep your eyes on the sky
The 3 am
Compulsive
Comet watch
Will I see my death?
Or will I see their god?
The 3 am
Controlling
Comet watch
Will I see the end?
Or will I finally switch off?
Paints faces on the moon
Of my co-workers and friends
And holds them up to taunt me
As all my fear
Projects onto the sky
But the meaning disappears
When you see it from the other side
It's torment, haunting, the space behind the light
Pollution, you should, keep your eyes on
The 3 am
Compulsive
Comet watch
Will I see my death?
Or will I see their god?
When I join the dots
The constellations of death
Paint pictures of swords
Hanging over our heads
And don't you worry
I've mapped them all
I've got Polaroids and string
I've been pressing pins
Into the bedroom ceiling
With all this hawking terror in my blood
The endless waiting for the nothingness on
The 3 am
Obsessive
Comet watch
Watching shadows dance
Through the spinning cardboard slots
There's just no peace in the breaths I take
In the pregnant pause while I lie awake
Because I can't sleep knowing that time could come
Crashing in drunk through the door
To deal his torment, caustic, burning through the light
Pollution, you should, keep your eyes on the sky
The 3 am
Compulsive
Comet watch
Will I see my death?
Or will I see their god?
The 3 am
Controlling
Comet watch
Will I see the end?
Or will I finally switch off?
Credits
Writer(s): Lee Switzer-woolf
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