Prancer

How could it all be We've never been dead, But never awake from this dream How could it all be We've never been dead, just mirrors running scared Slicing wrists while we look for our own mortality All the lights went out cold Shadow covers this all Essence of the world made ceremonial Now we all wait for the demise What was the question? Why do you need an answer? We make me nauseous I guess it just means I need us Ripe for me to eat your juice Runs sweet Never so good Funny how nothing chips away at us Check the unlocked door But it's still locked Always locked Always locked Always locked Talk to me as if you don't even know me And as if I could never give even half a fuck at all For the record there is never anyone controlling Our trajectory is ours Funny thing is, when this is all just memories Looking back is the same as moving forward I'll probably give anything to try to go back in time Time when I didn't have to Empty lips just for distraction Rip the demons from their sleep Fornicate inside me Gouge my eyes out so I'll never weep How could it all be We finally figured this shit out Now you'll see That you were all wrong But you were all just Mirrors running scared Just some ghost wearing my skin Trying to disbelieve it Fuck you, now try to disbelieve it Fuck you, now try to disbelieve it Fuck you, now try to disbelieve it Fuck you, now try to disbelieve it.