it's like halving the compass, but you're sailing to the east.
**** do i know how to read the map, but be ****** if i say i won't look at the stars.
structures that fractured, it ruptured - erupted: corrupted lungs, how did we get here?
but it's just a dart in the heart, a fire that burns - when we collide we won't burst into fears:
it's like i'm voluntarily descending into a masquerade.

(and you're voluntarily watching me -as a crowd- in act)