When the sky fell from itself and into the ground,
I was brought to the world's ledge,
The colors turned grey and stale,
And whenever I looked up,
All I saw was my guardian angel grinning down on me.

The monsters in the earth started to grow,
Wrapping their arms around my legs and dragging me backwards,
These beasts didn't let go of me,
I was beginning to cherish the rotting of my teeth.

I feel like I talk about colors too much,
When I try to explain my place,
I'm missing the feeling of suffocating,
And I don't know why,
The guardian angel has been found under the front porch,
It turns out he was one of those beast,
I'm not too proud.

The monsters in the earth started to grow,
Wrapping their arms around my legs and dragging me backwards,
These beasts didn't let go of me,
I was beginning to cherish the rotting of my teeth.

What the future holds,
Is something that scares me,
Cause it's one of those things,
Where I wanna be,
Something,
Something more,
Sing for something more,
It's just a chore,
But I love it.