Matt McClure - The Round Room

I took the conversation about as far as it could go
With only intermittent access to my frontal lobe
I heard someone said these pills wake you from Death
And leave a burning hole where you keep your dread
For a while nothing happens
Then the whole room starts collapsing
In a way it's like it was before
Then I hear the sound of clapping
Even fainter sounds of tapping
And feel made up just like before
Oh this weird room goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Exit the apartment then against their good advice
And head in the direction that is least devoid of light
Don't know who's up ahead and if they're living or they're dead
And if it even matters with what's in my head
For a while nothing happens
Then the whole world starts collapsing
In a way it's like it was before
Then I hear the sound of clapping
Even fainter sounds of tapping
And feel made up just like before
Just this side of nausea
I give in to the euphoria
But don't make it to the river shore
Pretend I'm a better man
Than one who chose to lie in sand
And one who's not allowed inside their store
Oh, this dumb world goes on and on
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on

Written by:
Matt McClure

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