Let's just pretend for a second that nothing's wrong. And we've grabbed horizons by the throat and moved along. Bypass everything that dragged us out into the lights.
Voice reminds of where we are, in a cement city. Arrive. . We gave it hell and we find ourselves coherent and so unclear. And I'm lost at sea with guides to spare, lost at sea with guides to spare.
I'm waiting on a war, this is panic setting in. I'm waiting on a war, this is panic setting in. . From what it seems, all could use some cleansing. Better hurry up since we're not pretending.