Текст песни The Ceiling - XIX

Reaching the border of indecisive and overrated
Going the distance to be so average I guess I'm fated
Trying so hard but nothing's working but I'm still kicking
Get my emotions out in sound but no one listens
I feel silence closing in
Your words form hands that grab at my neck
The ceiling is my one distraction, my satisfaction, that keeps me awake till noon
Mind breaks down, I clench my fist
My body trembles and makes my teeth grit
This ceiling is my one bad habit, I try to crack it, but here I am back again
Pleading the mindset not overzealous but over stated
Fleeing my eye sight from those ideas that end mistaken
Trying so hard but nothing's working and I'm still kicking
Get my emotions out in sound but no one listens
I feel silence closing in
Your words form hands that grab at my neck
The ceiling is my one distraction, my satisfaction, that keeps me awake till noon
Mind breaks down, I clench my fist
My body trembles and makes my teeth grit
This ceiling is my one bad habit, I try to crack it, but here I am back again