[INTRO] (written by Your Arms Are My Cocoon)
i felt the world around me split in seconds;
the sun, the air, and god, and me,
harrowed by the swarm, picked away like
pupils in the dark.

but every night as every eyelid dies, they
grasp at silken moonlight filtered though
the blinds, holding on to that which burns
within an aching life. this is only a left
hook, headlights peering in. this is a
breath without lungs. i walk a street lit by
lightning bugs as the sun starts to curve
toward a forest of fireworks beyond the
expanse of night. i hold this all in my
hands. i hold this all in my hands.