The Contract

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?"

Oh, 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?"

My heart beats like a helicopter