Into It. Over It. - Bible Black

Lost power in the apartment
And let yourself out
Bible black matching the darkness
From your neck down
Well-equipped for adjusted eyes
But dire come daylight
A waste of your best disguise
On morning's eyesight

Killed the lights in your apartment
Day in, day out
Sank deep into the carpet
Where you've lost count
Losing thread over countless years
Inconsistent
With age in an aging mirror
Ultra silent

But you
There's always something to prove
There's always somewhere to be
I'm not the type to sound so rude
That'll never be me

I'm just the bridge before the tunnel
You cross before blacking out
With folded arms, I'll offer structure
To carry words that travel from your mouth

There's always somewhere to move
There's always something to be
But that somewhere's on the floor
Beside the weight of your keys

I could say I'd spend the night
But I promise I'd be lying
On your queen size set of standards
With my single set of sights

Lost power in the apartment
Day in, day out
Lost power in the apartment
Day in, day out
Lost power in the apartment
Day in, day out
Lost power in the apartment
Day in, day out