THE HUM

Verse 1

Floor creaks

Something slips beneath the frame

Closet door ajar and mocking

Maybe I am losing my mind

The ceiling fan spins like a sick joke

Pre-Chorus

Click goes the plastic lid

Twist until the safety snaps

Bitter powder on my tongue

Swallow hard to kill the hum

Chorus

Shadows stretching tall

Watching from the corner stall

Static in the black

There is no turning back

Blackout curtains pinned

Heavy as a hidden sin

Sleep is just a drug

Hiding under the rug

Verse 2

Staring eyes

Etched into the peeling paint

Figures folding through the drywall

Shapes are breathing in the corners

Water stains become a face again

Pre-Chorus

Click goes the plastic lid

Twist until the safety snaps

Bitter powder on my tongue

Swallow hard to kill the hum

Chorus

Shadows stretching tall

Watching from the corner stall

Static in the black

There is no turning back

Blackout curtains pinned

Heavy as a hidden sin

Sleep is just a drug

Hiding under the rug

Bridge

Drip

Drift

Down

Lungs are filled with cotton wool

Hands are turning into lead

Nothing moves inside my head

Nothing lives under the bed

Chorus

Shadows stretching tall

Watching from the corner stall

Static in the black

There is no turning back

Blackout curtains pinned

Heavy as a hidden sin

Sleep is just a drug

Hiding under the rug