Ignite these flakes with flecks of blue and red. Through the window of my ambulance. Run through the events in shattered sequence. This shallow grave could mark the end..
Strings of numbers in the black. Solutions false to send me back. If only I could only do the math. (there is no escape) Tell me secrets with white noise. If I could single out a voice maybe the past would all make sense. (there is no meaning) A pattern there, a sequence here, there's something that I lack. The answer's there, but the end is near, and there's no turning back..