Demons In The Scenery

Anticipation of pain is more important than

When it begins

It's above any love I have

To see these bruises for my sins

And it's not about what we are today

It's an unspecific stage

It's the rate of desiccation

That I anticipate

But when the systems start

And the lights go down

Demons in the scenery turn my world around

And I get myself lost

I won't be found

Is there a difference in meaning

Between a brief vacation and a brush with death

And which one do I need

I'm sick to speak

I'm too weak to catch my breath

Well, I'm caught in these thoughts and awkward words

I'm making clinical, chemical, friends

Above my head discrete circled birds of sleep

Preparing to descend

(Preparing to descend)

It's a constriction of chest

At best, at worst, it's burst by a heavy stone

I can do things that you know I've done before

When I've been with myself alone

(When I've been with myself alone)

I know it's destructive

Is there anymore I can

Be surprised by joy

Nevertheless in my stress and anxiety suggest

There’s nothing left to destroy

But when the lights go up

And the curtain falls

Demons in the scenery scream like animals

And I get myself lost

Inside that voice

Some things will fracture slowly

Some things have sudden breaks

I wish someone had told me

Not to repeat mistakes

I step inside my story

And see it's told in blood

If you were better for me

You wouldn't be so good

But be the clever hands

The people take their bows

The demons in the scenery scream, "it's over now"

And I get myself lost

Sometimes the lights go down

(Some things will fracture slowly)

Sometimes the lights go down

The demons in the scenery turn my world around

(I wish someone had told me)

(Demons)

Did I get myself lost

(How do I turn my dreams down)

I won't be found

Won't be found

Won't be found