Crawling up a stone wall, wind blew
he flew into a freefall,
then he caught himself again, on the way down,
then disappeared behind a drainpipe.
What if I fell, fifteen stories
What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me,
What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling...
I imagine myself, living in the groove,
in and out and in between, I need some room to move,
but I know I'm to big to fit myself between,
footsteps and concrete.
What if I fell, fifteen stories
What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me,
What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling...
than mybe I could live through this.
But I'm afraid of falling, and being trapped underneath,
and it's crushing me, I can't shed my skin,
it's crushing me, and I'm slipping,
it's crushing me,
I can't shed my skin
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