This Collision -

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