Contract, contract. Contract, contract of black halos. . Go, run your mouth. Your open mouth, run your open mouth. Close your open mouth, close your open mouth.
Oh my God, hand us down your ribbons. Your death defier you, far from fear. Far from fear we are adrift, gone. . After the fallout, after a million miles.
It's taken me fifty thousand separate wrecks to get here. And I've learned, I've learned absolutely nothing. As I'm standing here alone, upright and motionless.