The disengagement of the bubbles hypnotizing Say below the towie crust, the beast is rising We like to talk about the past, we like to talk about the past We talk about the past like it's the strangest dream We repeat the things we never dreamed we do Understand that sometimes we almost dance with mockery But everybody's pissing in the well of our suffering I wanna breathe in all the ashes, books say it tried to burn I wanna feel the pages in my skin and understand the words God's afraid of fiction, call it circumstance They say our wanderings are dangerous, all she wants to do is dance The question, period, over, don't you feel it, I do I'm moved by the certainty of minions It's a puppet show, a theater of opinions A chorus of flack, a theater of lack You can hear the shaky timbre, the voice is most alone Yeah, it's easier to sing within the crowd Those who pretend to believe hardest might actually begin to The nature of the bliss of what the ignorance gives into I wanna breathe in all the ashes, books say it tried to burn I wanna taste resilience on my tongue, love beyond concern Masquerade subtlety, leave it for the birds Say the world, it might be dangerous, all it seems to do is dance I need you to love me The question, period, over, don't you feel it, I do Bitter, but healing, and I need you to feel it, I do All into one, you're the only two