Foxes In Fiction A Softer World
Can you picture a man who's his own hologram?
Here I am in New York, what do the words "trillium killer" mean?
No one knew where you went, I showed you how the light bent
And no one knew what to do, we watched it consume you
(Rewriting your history)
The drugs work just like we planned
A softer world I built by hand
And all I should have known by now
I'd start to understand
Can you think of your rage, how it's growing with age
I traced the light refracted through me, then decrypted a message to me
No one knew what to do the day it consumed you
(I know you long for the sound)
The drugs work just like we planned
A softer world I built by hand
And all I should have known by now
I'd start to understand
The bruised arms from all the blood drawn
I'm drawing up a softer world
Forgive me for the things we've done
I'll die here in this world
My warm blood's working overtime
A threat dissolved from the inside
A fresh start every year or two
A plan to learn to drive