i felt a tear, mostly in motion
collapsing into spirals, we find ourselves here
part awake dreams that lull you to sleep
or the way you tell yourself
you're not seeing things
how clever you are to be confused with a star
and when you implode i hope you recite alibis
because the truths you lie about won't matter anymore
and the dying few planets are how we even the score
the mighty have fallen but this time it's for good
misunderstood are the few who can't laugh enough
at the fire that's been alive for far too long
and the homes that have burned have become verses of songs
plead with the captors to silence the rapture
or at least mislead us from the treasure we're after
it's not like the dead can make promises reverse
but at least we're not still chasing that fucking hearse