The Ceiling Lyrics

Trying's a waste

Nothing we can do but change the game

Counting the ways

Disinterested parties will explain

Without restraints

And this place is too close to the grave

And there they are, up above it

Barbed wire, firewalls

And change the subject

Can't correlate their silent judgements

They've got it all

It's not enough yet

And bequeath your

Billion dollar bills, man

Try and drop out they'll track you down

A second shift eternal