Bones

Never did I go below the waste in this room
 The floor gave way and revealed a tomb
 I had been living on
 Tight rope swinging on
 Slowly pulling me into my doom
 Friends gave chase to me
 Lover waits for me
 Lost on the same side of the moon
 Desperate measures
 Choking on weather
 The light could be a rope or a noose
 Pull me out I wanna go home
 The monsters are made of my own skin and bones
 Skin and bones
 Push me under I wanna be alone
 Sever all the little things,
 Pressure on the phantom wings
 The tunnels keep getting deeper and deeper
 Show me what the roots have to say this time
 They blur my mind
 Set if off again
 I can't see
 Feeling like the walls speak
 Who is this person living on the other side
 And how do I make them die?
 And I know just how to,
 How to make it die
 Sever all the little things,
 Pressure on the phantom wings
 And I know just how to,
 How to make it die
 Sever all the little things,
 Pressure on the phantom wings