there s no sound from where the rain gets in i d mend it but i don t know where to begin drip drop on the floor from the windowsill all is still a small dirty nest on the third floor of an apartment building on lone street opressionville there s alway music in the air but time stands still in this old building nothing is safe i always go for a smoke once or twice on the balcony each day but today the antique reinforcement bar carved so i fell six metres to the ground i lost my breath all is still the sky is big and blue almost surreal but deep space is always black on my tv it s supposed to be out there behind all that blue shimmer somewhere in my hospital bed i m riding out the inner turmoil of a drug cocktail the white coats gave me i realize i m in severe need of a new sheriff up north gotta get those priorities straight man can t be fooling around any longer man you re not 20 years old any more should i quit smoking perhaps and maybe i could get my hands on one of those things that keep people occupied whaddaya call em you mean jobs yeah jobs that s it a daytime job i m done with this bullshit i m playing but nobody s paying falling of balconies just because i need a break from the music well here s the big break for you i quit when graced by death i stood the test found that in this place where i rest everything is too still the life that i ve chosen i go to it like a duck to water but beyound the horizon there s a big big world and i think i want to see it after all 
['neo-progressive', 'progressive metal', 'progressive rock', 'swedish prog', 'symphonic rock']