Walkways into darker shades of bliss, opening the last door and nothing exists. Wavering at the edge of sleep we flinch. Watch now, keep yourselves apart, or tear like the papier-mâché in your heart. Come around then, wake the town then, and tell them we are not chained down. Come around then, wake the town then, keep the sirens flashing, eyes drawn to the sound. Strange ways, things you never thought to wish. Sleeping through the last call and still you resist, wondering at the starry hieroglyphs, watch how they keep you apart for fear of the fire it could light in your heart. Come around then, wake the town then, and tell them we are not chained down. Come around then, wake the town then, keep the sirens flashing, eyes drawn to the sound.