Ceiling

Out to the road the night was still
In the pale light upon the hill
He went to give his life away
The moon went red
Voice in his head
Now don't be scared
I wanna touch the ceiling
I wanna kill the feeling
So sick of feeling nothing
He lived a home of violence
He made there in the silence
His rage to hide his secret pain
The moon went red
Voice in his head
Now don't be scared
I wanna touch the ceiling
I wanna kill the feeling
So sick of feeling nothing
It's in your head
It's in your head
What I could have said
I wanna touch the ceiling
I wanna kill the feeling
So sick of feeling nothing
It's in my head again
It's in my head again
It's in my head again
It's in my head