Heavy Ceiling - Deep Puddle Dynamics

Where those two walls and that ceiling meet

Where you'll be peeling me from when the dreams become abilities

The trilogy of growth I'm at the second level

Where every word is special and I'm lost inside the echo

So when it settles I touch that third stage

I shut these mental shackles and blast my way out of that birdcage

Earthquake signifies an active foundation

Its got the posture aching keeps my head out of these constellations

From this high I may identify the obstacles

When I get this high my head becomes a hospital

Voices bitching and bickering complaining that they sick and injured

Bleeding and hungry give me my tourniquets

Feed 'em nourishment and included

With a diluted juice and bruised fruits I distributed

Who knew they wounds would heal so quick

Who knew the passion would become fashion

And get them fastened onto the dick shhh

Might as well have let them penetrate

The view from here has shook me

Looking at rookies that try to emulate

Take the time to break the rhymes down for what you gather

Only after will I climb to the rafter without my ladder

Stability overseer stand over ability

Hover provide contraceptive in meteor showers

The sky is falling the earth is collapsing seas freeze

Seize my support structure you stammer

I may shake up provide shade upon your living mass

Granted 'em granite with a limestone trim

So your epicenter splinters to shambles while the lights turn dim

Sheep stop bellowing hug your teddy bears

And stand towards the light in my center

Cynical minds mind your master

It's only a shame to live off slide landing on your backside

Who needs to walk

You lame men spend all of your time inside

I see it all

I saw it all

I encase it all

And with all my power they should have built more columns for me

The ball still rolling

There's only two pins left brother

With above or upon I promise to always provide some cover

Quit breathing so much

This ain't comfortable for me

But I was more affordable than the ones they built in the early 90's

Oh my look at those memories listen to them complain

Some b**ch about champagne

Others talk about how they should have took the train

Regardless of your stature status or economical bubble

I'm still on top of your world even if it's a pile of rubble

Dripping through

Dripping through

Walking on

Walking on

Hanging from

Hanging from

Peeling off

Peeling off

Dripping through

Dripping through

Walking on

Walking on

Hanging from

Hanging from

Peeling off

Peeling off

What in the name of human built these ceilings

How industrious it must have been

Awful continuous to span those reaches and rings

Not a wall empty space only between

No corner ceiling the lid perceived on a system of physical laws

How high height being among the first three

You can't touch it goes on to stretch an unexplainable

Linear roof of instance

To relative for shelter

Its protection purposes our challenge to existence

Hold will it hold

And for how long

With such holes tearing into nowhere

Justifies nothing we define

Or travel as fast as to distinct

To make it vast it surrounds our absolute upper limits

Our reference comprises are synchronistic

Tock tick tock thank it for your fears

And lows know if it starts or stops

Tick tock rest beneath the safety

It can only prop

It's not sturdy

Old weep the honorable made of tick tick tock

It's above with under in structure and stronger than our nails words

Ages beams any watch

Tick tick tick tock tock tock tock

I've experienced been a witness to many happenings up to this point

Life and death have passed my eyes on both occasions they anoint

In the beginning I looked down and I witnessed birth

But confined to my position I never realized what it was worth

I never realized the beauty it expounds and the emotions it induces

Never realized what true love

What sometimes no love at all produces

Never realized what I was going to see in my adventures of now

But realized I was in for a lot of sightseeing so somehow

I didn't pay much attention to the positive aspects of things

Only victims of stabbings and shootings to who the fat lady sings

They say they're on their way out as they pass through me

Hoping each time they could take me with them so I could see

A different aspect of the world perhaps above the buildings

But letdown every time they told me

That they were not willing to take someextra baggage

As they chillingly referred to I

Perhaps I'll never leave this place

So now all I do is sigh and think who was

I but I was so misled

That I only showed my interest in souls that were covered in red

Now I look back and I feel I was cheated with precision

The different aspect that I had longed for was so clearly in my vision

Got sick and tired of negativity and I was due for a change

But never figured out that I needed not to rearrange

It was all before me and I could have seen life as well

Now my one track mind has only stories that no one wants me to tell

Dripping through

Dripping through

Walking on

Walking on

Hanging from

Hanging from

Peeling off

Peeling off

Dripping through

Dripping through

Walking on

Walking on

Hanging from

Hanging from

Peeling off

Peeling off