Writing in circles and tearing out pages

Quietly plotting our fictional lives



Potential unmet when our hands can't seem to move

Secrets well kept when words can't spell our truths

I know that you have been screaming silently

I know that you will find your peace



Collecting the samples and counting the years

Quietly plotting our fictional lives



We embrace and detach, we persist and we cope

We quiver and shiver, we flicker and we hope

I know that you hide your pain under thick skin

We all sing the same song to a different tune



I keep on rephrasing this open invitation

I reinvent myself, we reinvent ourselves



There are demons inside of us

(Internal combustion we will consume ourselves)

(External compulsion we will dilute ourselves)



This is an exorcism

We've got to dance with disaster

We've got to shake off all doubts

We've got to take comfort in chaos

We've got to sing it all out

This is an exorcism