A Textbook Tragedy - Stay Cla**y, San Diego lyrics

Focus on the choir They can't see you gasping for a**istance Sitting in the back row of a hall That's free of windows Blink twice if you hear me This isn't real Dreams mark our skin I call this fiction You had no reason I watched you pull three birds out of mid flight Snap their necks So we'll all retreat in an attempt to save ourselves From the ma**acre of the pirates I'm blind now But I can feel you brushing up against my side With knives in both your hands There's a reason for all of this But you know I'm forgetful Focus on the choir They can't see you They can't hear you Your existance is a question You're a question There's no answer