Clinging to shapes in my ceiling

Abstractions protect me from the weather

Is it better than before

Is it better than before

Is it better

Is it better

Time passes so quickly

Yet moves like molasses, then bounces

Refractions convince me of memories

Can I hold it all

Can I hold it all

Can I hold it all

You can't convince me that I don't mind dying

Get used to the silence

Get used to the empty

Get used to the empty

Get used to the silence

I'd like to never lose you

But that's the nature of things

Everything you like floats away

Floats away

Oh decay

I'll decay

You'll decay

I'm stuck inside this consciousness

I don't understand when people say they don't feel separated

I try to imagine that

But all I see

Is what my eyes perceive

Is what my hands perceive

Is what my mind perceives

Is what is killing me

Is what is trapping me

I'm right behind it