First step is me sitting in a dark lit room
Stretching my palms tidying my pressured tomb
Need I remind you our mutual stance stands between your admissions and I break my trance
Liberate myself
I'm sensing the gloom
Although I still stand
I'm falling soon
Exit feelings
Enter instincts
Feeling so indifferent
Mirrored ceilings
So unappealing
Being so resistent
Crackling web
Stains the windows
On my own head
I stay in limbo