Focus on the choir   They can't see you gasping for assistance   Sitting in the back row of a hall   That's free of windows   Blink twice if you hear me   This isn't real   Dreams mark our skin   I call this fiction   You had no reason   I watched you pull three birds out of mid flight   Snap their necks   So we'll all retreat in an attempt to save ourselves   From the massacre of the pirates   I'm blind now   But I can feel you brushing up against my side   With knives in both your hands   There's a reason for all of this   But you know I'm forgetful   Focus on the choir   They can't see you   They can't hear you   Your existence is a question   You're a question   There's no answer