I'm feeling like a bad movie
Nothing adds up to me
The theatre is empty
I wanna leave but they won't let me
I offer you my hand – take it
If you don't, I won't make it
The ground under me's slipping
I feel your fingers, but my hand's not gripping
Black hole, black hole
Black as they come
Don't f** with me, I'm in a black hole
Black hole, black hole
You better run
No where to run to in a black hole
I'm holding out my hand – take it
If you don't, I won't make it
The ground under me's shaking
I feel you tremble, but I think you're faking
… feel you're faking
Ahh, ahh
Get me out of this black hole
Yea, yea, get me out of this…
I'm in often
Yes, I'm in often
I often get sent home