Ceiling

Out to the road the night was still In the pale light upon the hill He went to give his life away The moon went red Voice in his head Now don't be scared I wanna touch the ceiling I wanna kill the feeling So sick of feeling nothing He lived a home of violence He made there in the silence His rage to hide his secret pain The moon went red Voice in his head Now don't be scared I wanna touch the ceiling I wanna kill the feeling So sick of feeling nothing It's in your head It's in your head What I could have said I wanna touch the ceiling I wanna kill the feeling So sick of feeling nothing It's in my head again It's in my head again It's in my head again It's in my head