call this anaerobic example in line with a perfect lie   adjust the skin to fit us over    the truth of our rotten foundation   yes! im exiting    and now both of my hands they are free and clear   we touched a soul-less spot that was in me   it caused a collapse   as we drift away i'm ecstatic in my celebration    welling up from a lasting decay thats failing now   backing us up to the edge   falling renders me alleviated   and it stuck with me while we approached the ground    carving an edge into our softer side   burning our bridges down   clipping our wings   now, we're falling down; this burden   at no loss, we're at no loss    we lay separated    honesty left in a hurry   without giving chase   our latency is what disturbs me   at no loss, we're at no loss    as we stay separated