The Ceiling - ATMOSPHERE

Transmitting live from the cusp of extinction

Look you in the eyes like, «Fuck was you thinking?»

I’m kinda feeling like there’s nothing left to defend

But if we keep it Franklin, that’s just another weekend

I guess karma really gives you what you paid for

'Cause AmeriKKKa got blood in her carburetor

I’m in the mountains hiding out from the park rangers

Something 'bout putting a slug in your heart chamber

If I ain’t the one that wrote it, then I quoted it

Ipso facto, I overlooked your ownership

Kicked that back door to open it, broke it in

Hit those bad notes and drove it like I chauffeured it

S’posed to get me on a guest list, but I’m skeptical

In my profession don’t nobody act professional

Decided I’d arrive a little bit ahead of schedule

And started up a heavy metal band with the devil, it goes

I been working my whole life to touch the ceiling

Don’t even know if I’d recognize the feeling

But I been working my whole life

I been working my whole life to touch the ceiling

Don’t even know if I’d recognize the feeling

But I been working my whole life

And it’s a viking ship, there’s no breakfast

And it’s the life we live, it’s so precious, yeah

And don’t pretend that you was over our heads if

You know you never meant for us to catch those references

(Right?) And just so I can understand

Nobody in command’ll willingly give up their upper hand

Unless suddenly their gun is jammed

And you pry it from their motherfucking hands (Right?)

And I been working my whole life afraid of the clock

And I know that ain’t right 'cause I can’t make it stop

Gotta show up and finish the shift

The baby told me being present is a gift

And maybe that’s why you refuse to fall asleep

Probably keep it moving 'til the heart stops respondin' to the beat

But my brain’s still self-conscious

Like I coulda cut my losses if I would’ve acknowledged I was exhausted

'Cause I been working my whole life to touch the ceiling

Don’t even know if I’d recognize the feeling

But I been working my whole life

I been working my whole life to touch the ceiling

Don’t even know if I’d recognize the feeling

But I been working my whole life

And I dunno if this is how it’s supposed to feel

How will I know if this is how it’s supposed to feel?

And I dunno if this is how it’s supposed to feel

How will I know if this is how it’s supposed to feel?

Ey, du?

Hvordan kommer du deg ut av buret ditt da?

Prøver du å rømme, eller?

Ja, hvor er det du skal dra hen da?

Du kommer deg ikke noe lengre

Det rommet her e’kke noe bedre enn et bur, det er bare større

Og ja, jeg vet at du ikke har sett himmelen før

Men det der…

Det er bare et tak

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