A Textbook Tragedy

Focus on the choir
They cant see you gasping for assistance
Sitting in the back row of a hall
Thats free of windows
Blink twice if you hear me
This isnt 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 well all retreat in an attempt to save ourselves
From the massacre of the pirates
Im blind now
But I can feel you brushing up against my side
With knives in both your hands
Theres a reason for all of this
But you know Im forgetful
Focus on the choir
They cant see you
They cant hear you
Your existance is a question
Youre a question
Theres no answer
(Thanks to Nathan for these lyrics)
[ Stay Classy, San Diego Lyrics ]