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