Just move along
There's nothing to see here
Just flashing lights that simmer

In pools that catch their crimson
As the spectacle unfolds
On tiptoes, bells, and whispers

This collision's reality
Is made to match mine
Just move along

The party is over
All these frantic nights alone
Surrounded by throbbing hopefuls

No future promise
No photos allowed
Nothing safe behind the shroud

As the spectacle unfolds
On tiptoes, horns, and whistles
This collision's reality

Is made to match mine
Is made to match mine
Now I'll cross the plane

That stands in between
The safe and the sane
And your army

As the spectacle unfolds
On tiptoes, glass, and fragments
This collision's reality

Is made to match mine
Is made to match mine
Is made to match mine