Sessions condensed into one room
It snows here in mid-July
I'll pile it into a corner
I'll heap it against the door
Stick all my to-do lists together
And paint them in to the walls
Leave your half-beaten coat
Hanging on top of mine
There's no dirt in here
Time exists on a circular plain
As a human I have no choice
Amongst the dead I have too many
As a human I have no voice
Amongst the dead I have too many
Sessions condensed into one room
Snow drifts hanging out with rain
Lackluster rivers can wander
The trains derailed inside my brian
I've got a fear of all illiterates
But nothing scares me like myself
Dead to my surroundings
But nothing scares me like myself
Time exists on a circular plain