Talk Show – The Itch lyrics

So all the walls are itching
They’re running from the spiders
Poison drunk the fountain
Woke the dead still sleeping

Rooms are getting smaller
Just let in to set free
Black the door and hold up
Fight alone?

Empty eyes the walls have ears
No-one cares when no one hears
Am I too blind to notice?
The wind blow through my fingers

Come don’t make that funeral face
Negative’s a myth
What is there left to feel
When you took my air
Did you close the door?

What’s that noise im hearing?
Did I feel it hit the ground?
Tell me what’s worth believing
Trapped inside the car crash

Empty eyes the walls have ears
No-one cares when no one hears
Am I too blind to notice?
The wind blow through my fingers

Come don’t make that funeral face
Negative’s a myth
What is there left to feel
When you took my air
Did you close the door?

I feel it x3
But why

Come don’t make that funeral face
Negative’s a myth
What is there left to feel
When you took my air
Did you close the door?