ill verve

it's got lots to do with magnets

red door, back for more

down the stairs she wanders

she sells dizzy spells

enough to put me under

eyes almost closing

time's almost up

by the low moon of a bedroom

making shadows

in a blackout

i'm trapped now

nothing else matters

I've got these slings, I've got these arrows

I force myself to turn, turn

The ground is coming for me now

We've gone over the edge

If you've got something to say, say it now

No one's gonna bring me down, no

No way and no how

I'm letting go of the wheel

Despite these slings, despite these arrows

I force myself to

Despite these slings, despite these arrows

I force myself to turn, turn

(turn)

(turn)

will you?