The Contract

Falling Up

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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