The air is heavy, you could cut it with a knife
Your hands grip the table, your hair down over your eyes
You lean forward slow and you shoot out the lights
Saying that you're cursed in the middle of the night
Yeah, yeah, and you're hanging on (hang on)
Yeah, and you're hanging on, yeah
Well you crawl in the window and fell down onto the floor
And roll on the walls in thick black pain, I can't take it anymore
Yeah, and you're hanging on (hang on)
Yeah, yeah, hang on
Oh hang on (hang on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well we're starting to lose it, it's getting absurd
You better speak a little louder, you know I can't hear a single word
And these are my accomplices, we are the ones, yeah
Oh hang on (hang on)
Yeah, and you're hanging on, yeah, yeah
Oh hang on (hang on)
Yeah, and you're tied, yeah, yeah
Hang on, hang on, hang on, yeah, yeah
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