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