Darkhall

things are getting slippery
 things are getting kinda crazy
 maybe it's all in my head
 maybe it's just the way you make me feel
 even after all these years
 the only thing that keeps me here
 is gravity and fragments of reality
 i thought were real
 and even when we die, there's nothing new
 we just don't move, don't need to breathe
 we'll leave long shadows
 until we come back to bleed
 'cause it is always the way it is
 we now know it's nothing
 the truth is make-believe
 and it will be just the way that it will be
 we now know it's nothing
 the truth is make-believe
 say what you want to say
 no one is listening anyway
 the world's on fire, but at least you entertained
 so we close our eyes and add fuel to the flames
 even after all these years
 the only thing that keeps me here
 is gravity, depravity, and one last chance to be
 the one who's in your head, in your face,
 between your legs, between the seeds
 the one who takes you, awakes you,
 and makes you see