Deep Puddle Dynamics - Heavy Ceiling lyrics

(Slug) Where those two walls and that ceiling meet Where you'll be peeling me from when the dreams become abilities The trilogy of growth, I'm at the second level Where every word is special and I'm lost inside the echo So when it settles I touch that third stage I shut these mental shackles and blast my way out of that birdcage Earthquake signifies an active foundation Its got the posture aching keeps my head out of these constellations From this high I may identify the obstacles When I get this high my head becomes a hospital Voices b**hing and bickering, complaining that they sick and injured bleeding and hungry (give me my tourniquets) Feed 'em nourishment and included with a diluted juice and bruised fruits I distributed Who knew they wounds would heal so quick Who knew the pa**ion would become fashion and get them fastened onto the dick (shhh) Might as well have let them penetrate The view from here has shook me Looking at rookies that try to emulate Take the time to break the rhymes down for what you gather Only after will I climb to the rafter without my ladder (Sole) Stability, overseer, stand over, ability Hover, provide contraceptive in meteor showers The sky is falling, the earth is collapsing, seas freeze Seize my support structure you stammer I may shake up, provide shade upon your living ma** Granted 'em granite with a limestone trim So your epicenter splinters to shambles while the lights turn dim Sheep stop bellowing hug your teddy bears And stand towards the light in my center Cynical minds mind your master It's only a shame to live off slide landing on your backside Who needs to walk? You lame men spend all of your time inside I see it all I saw it all I encase it all And with all my power they should have built more columns for me The ball still rolling There's only two pins left brother With above or upon, I promise to always provide some cover Quit breathing so much This ain't comfortable for me But I was more affordable than the ones they built in the early 90s Oh my, look at those memories, listen to them complain Some b**h about champagne Others talk about how they should have took the train Regardless of your stature, status or economical bubble I'm still on top of your world even if it's a pile of rubble [Chorus] Dripping through (Dose One) Dripping through (Slug) Walking On (Dose One) Walking On (Slug) Hanging From (Dose One) Hanging From (Slug) Peeling Off (Dose One) Peeling Off (Slug) Repeat (Dose One) What in the name of human built these ceilings? How industrious it must have been Awful continuous to span those reaches and rings Not a wall empty space, only between No corner, ceiling, the lid perceived on a system of physical laws How high, height being among the first three You can't touch it goes on to stretch an unexplainable Linear roof of instance To relative for shelter Its protection purposes our challenge to existence Hold, will it hold? And for how long? With such holes tearing into nowhere Justifies nothing we define Or travel as fast as to distinct To make it vast it surrounds our absolute upper limits Our reference comprises are synchronistic Tock, tick tock, thank it for your fears And lows know if it starts or stops Tick tock, rest beneath the safety It can only prop It's not sturdy Old weep, the honorable made of tick tick tock It's above with under, in, structure and stronger than our nails, words, ages, beams, any watch Tick, tick, tick, tock, tock, tock, tock (Alias) I've experienced been a witness to many happenings up to this point Life and d**h have pa**ed my eyes on both occasions they anoint In the beginning I looked down and I witnessed birth But confined to my position I never realized what it was worth I never realized the beauty it expounds and the emotions it induces Never realized what true love What sometimes no love at all produces Never realized what I was going to see in my adventures of now But realized I was in for a lot of sightseeing so somehow I didn't pay much attention to the positive aspects of things Only victims of stabbings and shootings to who the fat lady sings They say they're on their way out as they pa** through me Hoping each time they could take me with them so I could see A different aspect of the world perhaps above the buildings But letdown every time they told me that they were not willing to take someextra baggage As they chillingly referred to I Perhaps I'll never leave this place So now all I do is sigh and think who was I? But I was so misled That I only showed my interest in souls that were covered in red Now I look back and I feel I was cheated with precision The different aspect that I had longed for was so clearly in my vision Got sick and tired of negativity and I was due for a change But never figured out that I needed not to rearrange It was all before me and I could have seen life as well Now my one-track mind has only stories that no one wants me to tell [Chorus]