Buy this ticket from me
Before it goes bad
Take this little record from me
Before it goes stale
A carpet steaming ghost
Wrapped into one of the walls
Given the hour of a veil
Lusting formations along the rail
All of my feelings turn on like a spinning wheel
Faint of heart, I must hit start
Speeding away, hello new world
After the drills are done, fading sun
Give me a little time to collect this farce
Then call it your own
Tell me there's a catch
Or something
Tell me there's some words
I can't hear
A ceiling painting by a drone
I don't see
Given this hour
I've tricked myself into believing
All of my dreaming, catching that high
Numbing the pain, living this lie
Serving starvation, feeding a fix
Live like I'm flying, bleed in to this