the signs as twenty one pilots songs

{pt. 4 REGIONAL AT BEST edition}

aries: ode to sleep // i’ll stay awake, ‘cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight. || why am I not scared in the morning, I don’t hear those voices calling, || I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out, || I swear I heard demons yelling, those crazy words they were spelling, || they told me I was gone, they told me I was gone.

taurus: anathema // won’t you go to someone else’s dreams || won’t you go to someone else’s head || haven’t you taken enough from me || won’t you torture someone else’s sleep?

gemini: lovely // won’t you stay alive? || I’ll take you on a ride || I will make you believe you are lovely. 

cancer: trees // I can feel your breath. || I can feel my death. || I want to know you. || I want to see. || I want to say hello.

leo: clear // I will tell you what I can, || but your mind will take a stand, || I sing of a greater love, || let me know when you’ve had enough.

virgo: car radio // I have these thoughts || so often I ought || to replace that slot || with what I once bought || 'cause somebody stole || my car radio || and now I just sit in silence

libra: holding onto you // lean with it, rock with it, || when we gonna stop with it, || lyrics that mean nothing, we were gifted with thought, || is it time to move our feet to an introspective beat, || it ain’t the speakers that bump hearts, it’s our hearts that make the beat

scorpio: be concerned // I don’t believe my ears, || and I’m scared of my own head, || I will deny you for years, || then I’ll make you raise me from the dead, || and if I said that I would live for you, || for nothing in return, || well I’m sorry Mr. Gullible, || but lying’s all I’ve learned, || so be concerned.

sagittarius: forest // down in the forest || we’ll sing a chorus || one that everybody knows || hands held higher, || we’ll be on fire || singing songs that nobody wrote.

capricorn: slowtown // I put my socks on my feet || just so that my soul won’t fall through my toes || and I walk through my door  || just so I don’t fall through the floor

aquarius: glowing eyes // we all know somebody who knows somebody who’s doing great, || I know some people who know people who are flying straight, || but I’ll kindly enter into rooms of depression, || while ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again.

pisces: ruby // you’re an angel fallen down, won’t you tell us of the clouds || you have fallen from the sky || how high? how high?


The Search For Good Lighting

Chapter 02: The Staircase