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