Interpret:

Anathema

Album:

Fine Day To Exit

You know you ain't going nowhere 
you're stuck inside while the mind is flying 
you said you'd help me in the morning 
twisting on pins into my eyes 
and we driving on the ceiling below you 
facin' up the walls with your crocked hands 
while you're miles away... 


I don't think at all end up like this 
there's spiders on the wall and they stink of piss 
dead heads lying in the corner 
staring at me making me feel bad 
I put my hands up to my eyes 
but the holes in my palms let me find a way 
to corner you... 


I can't feel my chest because it ain't much 
sucking through my skin into my brain 
oxygen pushing on the window 
cracks in the glass let it slip away 
I start to cry and I keep on laughing 
I close my eyes at what's left inside 
and then I'll ran away... 


For all the time this land 
for all the time in my hand 
circle around in depth 
found calmness fall once again... 


Razor blades floating in the warm bath 
air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black 
whispers coming from the next room 
window cleaner keep on spying 
I put my hands up to my eyes 
but the holes in my palms let me find a way 
to corner me... 


Twelve ton hammer for my breakfast 
slipping of the edge in catatonic blood 
multiple decibel inscriptions 
trying all they can in miles an hour 
all face grey and looming downwards 
sniffing all the time for a ounce of silence 
screaming all the way... 


Numbers counting down inside me 
solar system thoughts circle round my head 
false teeth hanging from the ceiling 
feet looking of the goms of the 2nd son 
I eat my hands 'cos my legs are crying 
you broke my neck 'cause I snapped my spine 
I wish you would die away... 


For all the time this land 
for all the time in my hand 
circle around in depth 
found calmness fall once again...