Crack The Surface

two two two two two Under concrete, calm, hairline cracks, but I'm holding form. Every U-good gets a practice now, while the ceiling drip like a ticking clock. Stack weight like shells at birds, one more inch and it don't defend. I keep patching holes with far-row glue, but the seams don't hold like they used to. Two-steep grip tight like a rustling gear, turning slow, but it's grinding clear. Every second like a stretched out wire, one spark short of a life. play but the walls got something else to say I've been bending I don't shake with us by the web spread every thought leave a fracture thread try to walk straight but the ground feels thin like one wrong step and I'm falling in voice in my head like a Simon Lowe saying keep it cool don't let it show but the volume creeping aesthetic rise tell it hum so loud I can't disguise I've been stacking calm like it's currency but it devalues under urgency every breath like a borrow loan and the interest hit wet But the cracks don't have the truth! Crack the circus! Let it go! Go! Two, two, two, two, la, la, la