history flies all around me   an angry swarm of mistakes   i ran away but not far enough   i thought they were gone, i didn't realize   i kept them alive in the back of my mind   if i could forget it would starve them to death      pay no attention to the monsters   that come ahead of their time   they hurt much more before they're real   their fingers reach from the future   to clutch my throat and play with my mind   turning away would starve them to death      all that's left in my power   is trusting or not, in this hour   if i believe it would starve them to death