Turn the handle to the shadowlands Legs will break like shattering glass Settle in to slower pattern ventilation And hit the ground as soon as it shoots back But now I owe, I owe the voices in my head To say were these things miracles?
My heart beats like a helicopter On thoughts of letting go My heart beats like a helicopter
So we dig a hole into a room To correlate the shadows even more And he knew, he knew that it was terrifying To slow it down so many levels over And now I owe, I owe the voices in my head They said were these things miracles
On thoughts of letting go My heart beats like a helicopter