Focus on the choir

They can't see you gasping for assistance

Sitting in the back row of a hall

That's free of windows

Blink twice if you hear me

This isn't real

Dreams mark our skin

I call this fiction

You had no reason

I watched you pull three birds out of mid flight

Snap their necks

So we'll all retreat in an attempt to save ourselves

From the massacre of the pirates

I'm blind now 

But I can feel you brushing up against my side

With knives in both your hands

There's a reason for all of this 

But you know I'm forgetful

Focus on the choir 

They can't see you

They can't hear you

Your existance is a question

You're a question

There's no answer


(Thanks to Nathan for these lyrics)