Текст песни Spiral - Chris Lehigh

Struggling to say the words
I feel need to be said
To appease a sort of monstrous ease
With which they flow from my head
Knowing many of the words I write
Many songs I sing
Are pills to chill a fire
That threatens to burn down everything

And how can I use a couple notes
To banish all the dark
And hide behind a piano line
And a half baked guitar part
It's a sore excuse for feeling
It's a lame way to get by
To live vicariously
Through the songs that make me cry

And I know what makes me happy
Is not what matters most
But I get lost inside a peace of mind
That comes through well-timed jokes
And I'll be the life of the party
But I'll still leave alone the same
It's a self imposed power play
Where I cut teammates from the game

And I can't stand
The screaming of the fridge
As the broken sink smirks
And begins to lick its lips
It's tearing me to pieces
That dare me to be fixed
Wonder what I've ever done
To go out quite like this

I take a step back
From this mental regime
A car with no brakes
Headed straight off the ravine
A little introspection certainly
But the night brings with it tricks
A little woe is me
Can tend to start to spiral quick