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Style: rawstyle, melodic hardstyle, aggressive electronic, orchestral, female singer Lyrics: There's something in the ceiling Breathing slow above my bed Not a sound but I can feel it Weaving wires through my head ... The Ceiling... ...Remix ... He was staring, never blinking Like a question carved in bone When I asked him what he wanted He said just to see how far you'll go There's something in the ceiling Drifting slow above my bed Not a sound but I can sense it Feeding me with dread Silver flicker in the dark room Hands that tremble then go still Like a thought that needs a body Wait long enough it will Every shadow bends around him Breathing down against my eyes Like he's reaching through the silence Taking what I keep inside There's something in the ceiling Creeping slow above my bed Not a sound but I can feel it Pulling currents through my head Daylight fractures into signals Through the blinds and through my skin Phones scream out without a reason Like a pulse that pulls me in He rejects the world around him Still he circles where I'll be Like a ghost beneath a streetlight Watching everything I see There's something in the ceiling A shadow lying in my bed I can feel him watching Like a blade against my head ... There's something in the ceiling...