Heavy Lid

Black dust

Underneath the heavy lid of a dry eye

Sinking down

Deeper than the lead

Waking up in a basement made of salt

Bitter

Cold

Heavy handed ghosts

Chorus

Pulling the wool

Pulling the wool

I see the ceiling spinning round

Falling through the floor

Into the ground

Pulling the wool

Pulling the wool

Verse 2

Gray sludge

Sliding through the silver cracks of a rusted cage

Broken gears

Grinding slow

Steel teeth biting on the wind

I see the sky

I see the wall

I see the end of it all

Left behind

Wait

Stop

Chorus

Pulling the wool

Pulling the wool

I see the ceiling spinning round

Falling through the floor

Into the ground

Pulling the wool

Pulling the wool

Bridge

The pressure is rising

The pressure is building

The pressure is breaking

Lungs full of liquid metal

Breathing in the heavy smoke

Choking on the iron taste

Nothing left to see

Nothing left to feel

Nothing left to be

Chorus

Pulling the wool

Pulling the wool

I see the ceiling spinning round

Falling through the floor

Into the ground

Pulling the wool

Pulling the wool

Outro

Gone

Further gone

Further gone

Falling

Falling

Down