Kill The Intellectuals - Point Precision

I want to sleep where the nighmares won't wake me in a panic
drop my heart into the basement
And I want to dream of some things that won't happen
so I can feel better about them and my nostalgia for the future
I want to scream but I feel silenced
I go back to repose before
crawling crawling crawling inside of your head head head
where I make my bed bed bed
where I make my bed
I'd rather fold inwards into particles than fall backwards into your heart
to be distributed throughout your body and make you sick
I'd rather not romanticize this choking or try too hard to breathe at all
The lights only on when it's not off
The roads only clear when they're unblocked
The weather is subject to vary on its own and delay
all the airports
and all our plans
And I'm never really sure what's under the floorboards, in the walls,
or in my head
you stabbed me with point precision