Get Your Dead Hand Off My Shoulder - Therapy?

The toxic glow of this botched city

Hums in time with my nightmares

Murmuring sinister resonance

The shocking and the shaping of air

Trapped in a shivering carcass

Part of a throbbing crowd

Every space is constantly trembling

Stay awake, lights go out

Time speeds up, I get older

Get your dead hand of my shoulder

You are a present absence

Spectral traces everywhere

You set the darkness echoing

Chair creaks, you’re not there

Vibration through my body

It hits my chest and throat

At the point of suffocation I let go

Time speeds up, I get older

Get your dead hand of my shoulder

Deafening whispered threats

Like an unknowable breath

Rising in a hollow swell

Shrill bloody red

All streets are screaming empty

Frequencies sing your ghost

We’ve had our time together

Now I’ve got to let you go

Time speeds up, I get older

Get your dead hand of my shoulder

Get your dead hand of my shoulder…