The sound of secrets, in faith falling steer demented, uninvited driving game. Here falls the bloodshed blame. Stowaways contort the air, your arms revolving in clock-face stare, bight the fossil framed against your farenheits. You're being smoked out with a strange surprise cold, unfractured, against your lies. Shattered head bridges are underhand, destroying asylums on the sand You want to be alive when it happens, blind exits fly when the voices cry, abrupted again, for a dream in a second. While little is known of the current intact, a resurrection under glass, your skin begins the hours are hours inside, a dream in a second or warped against the night. A dream any second the watt against the night You want to be alive when it happens, blind exits fly when the voices cry, abrupted again, for a dream in a second.