♪ The only question now is how long can it take ♪
♪ It's all hanging on you ♪
♪ Just make your move before you have no move to make ♪
♪ There's no future, there's no lighthouse on the lake ♪
♪ You're just rambling through endless corridors ♪
♪ Α mouse lost in a maze ♪
♪ You gotta calm yourself and try to concentrate ♪
♪ What survives in the fire ♪
♪ What small fragment after all else disintegrates ♪
♪ The only question now is how long till it breaks ♪
♪ I come home and the door is hanging open ♪
♪ The smoke alarm is howling ♪
♪ The bathroom mirror is broken ♪
♪ And find you standing in the backyard ♪
♪ Pouring gas on a bonfire ♪
♪ Ass-naked in the middle of December ♪
♪ The shame you don't recall with the clothes ♪
♪ Υou don't remember in flames ♪
♪ Tearing pages of notebooks in the embers ♪
♪ Your makeshift funeral pyre ♪
♪ Toss and turn all night then it comes to me ♪
♪ You can't shake out the shards in your memory ♪
♪ So you're engaged in this scorched earth policy ♪
♪ Until there's nothing, there's nothing ♪
♪ Later on claiming wolves replaced your family ♪
♪ You raised your hand against me ♪
♪ With the newspaper you can't read ♪
♪ Then you wrapped yourself in an op-ed ♪
♪ On the construct of history ♪
♪ The mark of time is elaborately long ♪
♪ It's a spirograph drawn with no breaks ♪
♪ Just goes on and on ♪
♪ Yet here we are on the cutting room floor ♪
♪ Splicing fugues where they don't belong ♪
♪ Toss and turn all night but there's no relief ♪
♪ I went into your room, you were sound asleep ♪
♪ So I stayed for awhile watching you grind your teeth ♪
♪ When you wake, there's a moment as you rise ♪
♪ You feel it all coming back ♪
♪ And you realize you tried to amputate the parts ♪
♪ That made you scared to die ♪
♪ Now it'll kill you if you let it ♪
♪ As I watch the light fade from your eyes ♪
♪ As I watch the light fade from your eyes ♪
♪ As I watch the light fade from your eyes ♪
♪ You're a blackhole bending light beams backwards ♪
♪ Center caving, self collapsing inwards ♪
♪ Against the infinite you have no stature ♪
♪ Shrinking infinitely out of the picture ♪
♪ Look for the lever, try to break the pattern ♪
♪ Single crocus in the dead of winter ♪
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