She is everyone, he is everywhere 
Talking fast and walking strange without a care 

Pick and choose the words you bruise 

They're apples falling from a tree
Once bitten, you ingest reality 

And skin becomes the center of the battlefield 
A place that you have entered but forgot your shield  

Feel the fleets pass over every inch of you

When men saw hiding spots inside themselves 
They became protectors of unruly cells 

Reflecting that which summons such passivity 
And welcomes what's elusive all too easily 

Because remember, there is no mask on a mime