paroles de chanson White Walls - Gray Fox

Clutching my hands real tight on this carving knife
Watching the cloth untwine, watching the clock rewind
Clutching my hands real tight on this carving knife
Your face contrasts nice

This room got me spinning and shifting up in its gravity
Still trying to figure out what is after me
Casually adding another one to my gallery
Just another casualty found inside a cavity
Losing energy, counting my calories
It ain't green so I'm chopping up my salary
'Til it's real thin and it gets a little powdery
Then you sniff it up, smelling real flowery
Damn, that stench is overpowering
Others in the room sipping on some alchemy
Some are out of view, sun setting out of tune
The rest are clawing at the walls for some boundaries
It sounds to me that we are bound to see the essence of these wretches in this foundry
(Can't escape it) Yeah, sickness and depravity
What a fucking tragedy

I've been losing my sense of unity
These hands are just not what they used to be
These colors are not here usually
These voices will tell you what to do with me
And if you listen real close then they'll visit you most
Everything looks the same when the night falls
You're nothing but a spec on these white walls

Pacing like a pendulum, swaying through the delirium with eggshells scattered on frosted
Linoleum
Wake up to tangled lights due to a deficit of sodium
This coffee is blacker than petroleum
But you gotta get that fix so they can fill those scripts so they can bill that pimp who really runs this shit
That can make you slip so you can come back quick where they'll tuck you in and do it over again
(It's nonstop)
'Cause in the deep end you depend (No breathing)
They got body bags you can sleep in or get fucked in, whatever the assumption
As long as you function it really ain't nothing
So tell 'em what your poison is - they'll give you something even more poisonous
(Choke on it) She said I really don't belong here
(Fuck you, bitch) I told her that she was too boisterous

I've been losing my sense of unity
These hands are just not what they used to be
These colors are not here usually
These voices will tell you what to do with me
And if you listen real close then they'll visit you most
Everything looks the same when the night falls
You're nothing but a stain, nothing but a wreck
You're nothing but a spec on these white walls

I've been losing sleep, I've been losing me in the process, strutting with a slow step
Whole breath stuck inside a grotesque protest - shaken, exposed and then undressed
Just to realize that there's something left of the man that used to love with his whole chest
And I'm holding onto hope yet - I hope you don't forget me

(Somebody let me out)

I've been losing my sense of unity
These hands are just not what they used to be
These colors are not here usually
These voices will tell you what to do with me
And if you listen real close then they'll visit you most
Everything looks the same when the night falls
You're nothing but a spec on these white walls
I've been losing sleep, I've been losing me
Everything looks the same on these white walls
You're nothing but a spec when the night falls