And We Explode Pt. 2 - Black Map

I’m busy running in circles

I’m busy looking for cool shade

A piece of symmetry for balance

A place where something good can be made

There are puzzles in the daylight

There are mazes when the sun shows

Maybe a clear path at the night time

But in the blackness no one really knows

…And we explode

Meet me somewhere lost in the air

There’s a weight that’s pressing

Catatonic on the cold floor

Decisions and indecisions

We could wait here or go look for more

…And we explode

Meet me somewhere lost in the air