Wheeze LyricsThe fold-away concerns are piling up
Spines stacked to crush, volumes lost to the dust
This choked bookcase can only hold so much
We allocate to the abyss and duck
Moving through the brain
To the empty space, past the fog
Weak barricades leave us to our own thoughts
Hammering in to the collapsing walls
Hammering in to the collapsing walls
Hammering in to the collapsing walls
Hammering in to the collapsing walls