Visiting Hours

[Intro: Advizer and Crescent Moon]
Sink a little deeper
Sink a little deeper
Sink a little deeper
My instinct says what it wants to say
My conscience keeps writing these songs this way
My soul puts itself on display
The visiting hours are open today
Sink a little deeper

[Verse 1: Advizer and Crescent Moon]
He wonders why every chick he dates never reciprocates
And the weather precipitates wherever he situates
Sitting facing the wall, counting down the minutes
His favorite poem in his wallet and a permanent grimace
Rocking the block, telling pretty rats "Nah, you don't look phat"
Later, that got took back when he realized he was so good at
Telling people exactly what they wanted to hear
Only a matter of time before the skill was common and dear
Running in fear, racing the ways, hopping the fence
The rush, he was taking it in and he stopped on a bench
Remembering how he went from beanies to clothes to death to catching his breath
Doing the 50 yard dash in 2.4 seconds less
He starts to second guess his past and picks up a rock
Threw it at the sky, and sure enough, it stuck
The next thing that happened was a sickening thought
The utter manifestation of what exactly toughens luck
The sky was his ceiling, the rock was his soul
He looked around the room and almost lost control
At the top of his lungs, he cursed this impossible goal
Rolled about on the floor and found a hole
Found a hole, 8½ by 11 - the extent of the dimensions
Couldn't quite fit but use pens and pencils to extend em
The entrance was welcoming, but he began to question
If he would ever again return to his current convention

[Hook x4: Advizer]
Intricate process of minimum power
Debating to run, the only way out of it
Sitting you down to get written apologies
Visiting hours are over

Intricate process, visiting hours are over

[Bridge x2: Crescent Moon]
Sink a little deeper

[Verse 2: Crescent Moon and Advizer
The small things he'd write were his calling in life
It had him crawling to light and made his walls sing at night
His words painted a portrait of obstacle courses
His brain began to orbit supernatural forces
His soul was a shipwreck deeper than most
And the hole was a fishnet, a keeper of hopes
See, as he left us all behind for an endeavor with words
A reason he couldn't find that he would ever return
Nah, he was never concerned with water that wouldn't burn
As an author of birth and a father of hearse
He learned to open the gate to a golden estate
And he was holding his fate over an ocean of snakes
Got hooked chosen as bait, he put his right mind in
He put his right mind out where an explosion awaits
The ink was his blanket, the meal at the banquet
The world he had created and the potion he drank
No longer was the sky his ceiling, but now his floor
He walked through his windows and looked out the door
The hand on his face traces the wrinkles that time makes
In these tatted walls, after all, he's just a primate
Every now and then, he decides to leave us briefly
When the wind whispers pity and the city's looking silly
If you opened your brain, you'd be on the same track
And you could probably understand why he never came back
Cuz he would open his mind and sink a little deeper
Just to pass the time and sink a little deeper
Just relax and recline and sink a little deeper
Just to pass the time and sink a little deeper

[Hook x4: Advizer]
Intricate process of minimum power
Debating to run, the only way out of it
Sitting you down to get written apologies
Visiting hours are over

Intricate process