Metal Curving Lyrics

A closed off, caution tape, crime scene

A warm fireplace that I'm always seeing

Feel the heat on my neck, some fuzzy dream

Under some spell that I can't believe

Policemen taking my picture

I'm just wishin' I was with her

Asking all these questions

Interrogation making me restless

Everything comes in fragments

Choosing what to shatter, what to scatter, what to pack in

Form a new idea, that's attractive

Generating gold from abstractives

The whole system built on reactions

The way I hit him put guilt in my actions

Now I'm thinking hard, before acting

May be caught but I'm never a captive

I see your face in the jury

You shouldn't worry me

Future alluring me

I need a lampshade to curtain me

Can't face these prophecies

Memories fall off of me

I can smell

Something burning

The minute hand

Isn't turning

Molten glass

Metal curving

Lock the past

Behind the curtain

My thoughts are becoming erratic

The world isn't mine, Illmatic

Recalling almost nothing automatic

Looking for a time to establish

There's patterns in the nonsense

We reach Saturn and drop dead

The return of kings and peasants

I'm begging you to stay in the present

The metronome ticking and the pendulum swinging

I don't wanna see what future I'm living

Rather stay with the crime I committed

Sticking to me, a slimy vision

The image broken, little intact

Light through the crystal, it refracts

Breaking the mirror, building it back

Don't know what I expected to unpack

I need a brand new philosophy

What can you offer me

Short of lobotomy

I can smell

Something burning

The minute hand

Isn't turning

Molten glass

Metal curving

Lock the past

Behind the curtain