twisting and writhing the ceiling's churning a bed is burning as girls shout

there comes yearning as night is falling it's the yawning mouth of doubt

but closed up in secret with dark eyes she said this is not something you can walk around

hot hands sneak in move through break in and bruise you

hot hands sneak in move through break in and bruise you

and she's not coming out she's stuck inside in fear she's stuck in doubt

hot hands sneak in myove you break in and cruise you

this feeling's so old, with things never told they get so heavy

snow flakes in cold; tip of the tongue stalls into resistance theory

another moment beholds a chance to be bold but it's too scary

when there is the mold it's so easy to fold and she's never quite ready

hot hands sneak in move through break in and bruise you

hot hands sneak in move through break in and bruise you

but she's not coming out she's stuck inside in fear she's stuck in doubt

hot hands sneak in move you break in and cruise you

firepanic hotpanic firepanic hotpanic rising up from behind the walls

hotpanic firepanic hotpanic firepanic rising up from behind x2

oh resistance theory

oh it feels so heavy

it feels too scary

she's never quite ready