Shapes still melt into the smoke
Looking down at scattered bones
I used to keep a slender hope
'Till they spread above the stone
'Till they spread above the stone
I pulled the trigger by mistake
Floundered at the aftermath
Slowly recognised escape
We will be ephemeral
We will be ephemeral
Fact isn't what you see
Not anymore what it used to be
Fact isn't what you see
Not anymore what it used to be
Fact isn't what you see
Not what it used to be
Through all the glamour
Two hours of surgency
Two hours of surgency