i turn my head
in my vision there's a streak
some pretty lights chasing me
clocks ticking slow
and i've fallen prey
to a season of fear
little did i know
what wrath would be wrought
from the night in my cloak
and little did i foresee
coming my way
that'd completely stop me
there's nowhere to run
it's just safe to stay indoors
i can't trust anyone these days
they're all against me
i've lost my balance so many times before
but never did i really look into it
i fell off the stairs into a pile of knives
and gazed at the stars above me
the shapes that they make
and the dreaded undertow
my body makes me feel i'm in
the binding inside
and the searing aura
i fear i'm out
in glaciers there lies
delayed stars across chartreuse skies
the filaments of dreamscapes
have sewn into reality