A cold rush is awakening the sight of the blinking lies
And the lights are turned down ‘till there’s nothing there
Shivering anatomies clashing until they hear their cries
But the zooming cameras refuse to admit, refuse to even care
The Goosebumps raised, screaming for something more
Chiming higher and higher, until a feather fallsA swift movement of a half-broken tone,
a choking sound, but they’re still alone.
The sigh of a thousand lies, falling into one
She’s left there coiling over, eyes cloaked, lips blue
She utters, but no one cares, they've all gone
No breath. This is what they did, this is what they do.
No breath. No breath. No breath.
An argument in the horizon is loudly heard
Getting louder and louder, until a poker falls
She’s still stiff there lying,
They can’t know, but at least they’re trying
And the zooming cameras are there prying
But too concentrate on all the wrong lying.
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