k**ing Floor (US) - Wood lyrics

Stacked up high, leaning down Fit of panic, bending back again The straps hold my hands against the chair My ear feels things it's never felt before Sensations bring about disgust Can I trust myself to do what should be done Or should it resurrect itself and breathe Like flowers wilting in the sun Fading colors turning blank Pages moving 'round my thumb Changing time and sending back Negation that unfolds spreading out Over horizons to cover up the cold And bring the rain that falls upon my face Leaves blow by, collecting thought Bringing back a warmer day of filth That holds my head and say that better days are now instead The future's much too dry No water in the cup of life Complacent gods of nothing now because the chain can cut And take away these things we should Hold dear No one to blame but ourselves for thinking now Was more than anything but greed Turning upside down A wall becomes a fence to climb upon Guilt never makes the sane man cry anymore anything That mattered then reduce to parable or shrine Tired are they who never sleep awoken by their dreams Who will be there when They need hands to hold What if it was you?