Turn the handle to the shadowlands
Legs will break like shattering glass
Settle in to slower pattern ventilation

And hit the ground as soon as it shoots back

But now I owe, I owe the voices in my head

To say "Were these things miracles?"

Oh, my heart beats like a helicopter

On thoughts of letting go
My heart beats like a helicopter


So we dig a hole into a room
To correlate the shadows even more
And he knew, he knew that it was terrifying

To slow it down so many levels over
And now I owe, I owe the voices in my head
They said "Were these things miracles?"


My heart beats like a helicopter