All the blood lying on the floor

Sense the crowd expecting something more

Opened up, proudly on display

What we tried so hard to hide away



Blinding light illuminates the scene

Try to fill the spaces in between



Arms entwined in a final pose

Narrative drawing to a close

Still remain the things we couldn't kill

In your eyes, I can see it still



How we choose the framing of the scene

Hate begins to spill across the screen



Blinding light illuminates the scene

Try to fill the spaces in between