Falling

Deep down in the floor
In your skin in between
A thousand miles in an inch
In offense, interverne
Calm down, face down
Lighten up, in a screen
Eighty week, twelve a day
Six a pack, good machine

Deep down in the floor
In your skin in between
A thousand miles in an inch
In offense, interverne
Calm down, face down
Lighten up, in a screen
Eighty week, twelve a day
Six a pack, good machine

Deep down in the floor
In your skin in between
A thousand miles in an inch
In offense, interverne
Calm down, face down
Lighten up, in a screen
Eighty week, twelve a day
Six a pack, good machine

Deep down in the floor
In your skin in between
A thousand miles in an inch
In offense, interverne

Deep down in the floor
In your skin in between
A thousand miles in an inch
In offense, interverne
Calm down, face down
Lighten up, in a screen
Eighty week, twelve a day
Six a pack, good machine

Deep down in the floor
In your skin in between
A thousand miles in an inch
In offense, interverne
Calm down, face down
Lighten up, in a screen
Eighty week, twelve a day
Six a pack, good machine

Deep down in the floor
In your skin in between
A thousand miles in an inch
In offense, gasoline
Burn down, flame down
All round, cowering
Bus home, clean dome
Grab comb, just dreams
Was a second, was a minute
Was a feeling was an hour
Felt the same, but the batteries not powered
One staircase leading to a black tower
Flavors of the same, flavors of the same, same, sour
Climb inside, feel the slide
Extended shadows, fall apart
Covered ears, bleached skins
Fingers gone, pulled apart
Hollow screams, dirty things
Never safe here to lark
Lie down, feel ground
In a break become the dark
Thousand hours locked inside
Where my fingers freeze
Looking at the shadow looming over
Its a willow tree
And he said something that
I think we all can agree
I'm not locked up in here with you
You're locked with me



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Writer(s): Dillon Black
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