Therapy? - Get Your Dead Hand Off My Shoulder

The toxic glow of this botched city Hums in time with my nightmares Murmuring sinister resonance The shocking and the shaping of air Trapped in a shivering carcass Part of a throbbing crowd Every space is constantly trembling Stay awake, lights go out Time speeds up, I get older Get your dead hand of my shoulder You are a present absence Spectral traces everywhere You set the darkness echoing Chair creaks, you're not there Vibration through my body It hits my chest and throat At the point of suffocation I let go Time speeds up, I get older Get your dead hand of my shoulder Deafening whispered threats Like an unknowable breath Rising in a hollow swell Shrill bloody red All streets are screaming empty Frequencies sing your ghost We've had our time together Now I've got to let you go Time speeds up, I get older Get your dead hand of my shoulder Get your dead hand of my shoulder...