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 fuck 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