Ascend to the Vortex, Descend into the Abyss

 

Elevator in my heart on the bottom floor

Elevator in my heart on the bottom floor

Waiting for someone to press up, eager for the call

Waiting for someone to press up, knowing the gears still work

 

This machine is not broken

Out to shatter glass ceilings

 

Tortured by your heroes man, they  burden your mind so

Tortured by your heroes man, they burden your finger so

You stick it in your ear, you can’t hear me

Listen for the pop

Stick it in your ear, you won’t hear me

Begging me to stop

 

But this machine is not broken

Out to shatter glass ceilings

 

A million shards

Of twisted landscapes