Full Tilt

I need two broken arms to hold numbers up Three accused of knowing They gave us up for the riches and the golden key to the void I'll be the one who will say when I'll be the one who says when this will end It's the room that's in a constant spin I'll keep the world outside, I'll let the liars in And every word they said Turns into wasted years I won't forget I won't forget that Is the room still spinning now? (All around) Must break or turn to lead Must break or turn to lead I'm repercussions of all failed decisions I'm repercussions of all failed decisions We can't stop We'll start it over We can't stop We'll start it over We can't stop We'll start it over Barely listening when we pulled the alarms Every person was running away And I'm asking Is the room still spinning now? I won't fill this well With grief, with pain You vulture You fading memory All I want it all I want it

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 23, 2026

I walk Vision's flattening Stop from underneath I've been shifting, stumbling, body's numb control means nothing Oh how will this end? Oh how will this end? Break Heartbeat's dampening Catch this with my teeth I'm counting the minutes The red tape's calling Oh how will this end? Oh how will this end? It's on the arm for you Don't fucking move, listen My head is split System is blistered I know what failure is (Echo) I'm not convinced Bleeding ourselves when solutions don't fit I give the question back Suffer through the times spent waiting for the blackout All signs are pointed to a fake monument of wings, snakes, circling the body Time is distorting around me Scarring reveals every truth I can't recall the start and the end of it all The light separates into colors in the shape of you Echo

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 23, 2026