The Itch - Lyrics - Talk Show Hosts

So all the walls are itching They're running from the spiders Poison drunk the fountain Woke the dead still sleeping Rooms are getting smaller Just let in to set free Black the door and hold up Fight alone? Empty eyes the walls have ears No-one cares when no one hears Am I too blind to notice? The wind blow through my fingers Come don't make that funeral face Negative's a myth What is there left to feel When you took my air Did you close the door? What's that noise im hearing? Did I feel it hit the ground? Tell me what's worth believing Trapped inside the car crash Empty eyes the walls have ears No-one cares when no one hears Am I too blind to notice? The wind blow through my fingers Come don't make that funeral face Negative's a myth What is there left to feel When you took my air Did you close the door? I feel it x3 But why Come don't make that funeral face Negative's a myth What is there left to feel When you took my air Did you close the door?