Slow (Professional Murder Music)

Sink through the floor feels no different today I tell you it's like the sky's Getting further away Still close without a reason Still the same when I hold it in sight Still close without a reason Still real when I have it inside Pounding me to black Pounding me to black I take my eyes Say the reasons Tells me not to try Tells me not to try All those things you keep on telling me I keep on saying it's all wrong Many times over again I don't want to see that time coming soon Thanks so much for your thoughtless reason Thanks so much for your thoughtless reason I thank you more for the greed you hide inside I thank you more for the greed you hide inside Pounding me to black Pounding me to black I take my eyes Say the reasons Tells me not to try Tells me not to try Sink through the floor feels no different today I tell you it's like the sky's getting further away Getting further away