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This Collision (Mad at Gravity)

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