Low white ceiling
I'm sweating out the words I have been keeping
Heavily breathing
Forgetting names and fighting rides to Eden
Does it mean
I'll disappear?
Does it mean
I'll disappear?
I'll disappear?
For some, inconvienient
Grievances and hateful thoughts, they feed me
Others? They visit
They bring the joy, but whisper words of misery
Causing me to disappear
Causing me to disappear
To disappear
Hold on
Can't you hear me?
I'm knealing
Just hoping for something
Oh God
Is salvation still on the table?
Low white ceiling
I'm sweating out the words I have been keeping
