Broadcast - Subject to the Ladder lyrics
[Broadcast - Subject to the Ladder lyrics]
I'm not Pygmalion, hooked by failure
Ruled as a juvenile, aged as an infantile
Subject to the ladder
Ruined by affection, excepted by exception
Predicted on a graph, cornered by ritual
Diminished by impression
Cried out in the lesson
Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full of feeling
The silence of the room
Defended by defendants, corrected by the pain
Inspected by a sadness, exhausted by a game
Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full of feeling
The silence of the room
A picture turning over, jewel in the water
Where echo saw reflection
Not what it taught her
Invaded by the quarrel and I denied the lathe
Let me chop down the laurel
A goal I won't escape
I'm bullied by deception but
When the whistle came
Esteem had broke infection
My torment fraught with shame
Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full of feeling
The silence of the room
Subject to the ladder
Ruled as a juvenile, aged as an infantile
Subject to the ladder
Ruined by affection, excepted by exception
Predicted on a graph, cornered by ritual
Diminished by impression
Cried out in the lesson
Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full of feeling
The silence of the room
Defended by defendants, corrected by the pain
Inspected by a sadness, exhausted by a game
Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full of feeling
The silence of the room
A picture turning over, jewel in the water
Where echo saw reflection
Not what it taught her
Invaded by the quarrel and I denied the lathe
Let me chop down the laurel
A goal I won't escape
I'm bullied by deception but
When the whistle came
Esteem had broke infection
My torment fraught with shame
Subject to the ladder, subject to the ladder
My thoughts are coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full of feeling
The silence of the room
Subject to the ladder