Tight Bend

Watch the news through my fingers
That cover my eyes
On this big wheel of fortune
Who's next to die?
Is it the prince in the castle the kids in the crèche
Or the one who you love most or the only one left
Roll on the snare drum
The velvet does fall
That's a good one man!
What was the point of it all?
If you had the choice of who lives and who dies
Would you offer an answer to the ones who ask why?
And I hope, I don't lose it when I get to that tight bend
And if you do
If you pick me
I promise it's not for pretend we painted over the best work of art
When we lit up the billboards
We've hidden the stars
So is it any wonder why we fell apart
On this journey of insight
Not sure where to start
Cut all our tethers
Chained to our ideas
That we got from the textbook
But its not what we feel
Could I finally make peace
At the final release
Let go of that balloon and give in to the beast and I'll try not to abuse it but it's getting hard to pretend
And I'll try not to lose it when we get to that tight bend

Oh my God was that a comet I saw it just lit up the sky
Like a lost astronaut
So l'll fill up the capsule and off to the core
Where I'll change my perspective and come back with much more
If this is a costume
Can I take it off?
If the seams start to split will my flesh fall apart?
They won't be happy until we are replaced
By machines or touch screens
Who needs us anyway?
So, if I lose it
When I get to that tight bend I hope that you knew it
It's getting hard to pretend it's getting hard to pretend
Debunk the myth
Draw a line in the dirt
If we both have to jump
Which ones gonna go first?
Yes, yes, I drank the potion that scrambled my thoughts made me soft round the edges where death once was
We are an obstacle
An inevitable great unknown
If there's a secret we can keep it house will then become a home
Reverse butterflies
Retreat to cocoons
Where we see out our later life
In summers bloom
But I hope I don't lose it
When I get to that tight bend and I hope I can fake it
Cause it's getting hard to pretend
It’s getting hard to pretend

So skip to the ending
Don't watch the repeats
And if you bought all the boxsets then keep your receipts
News through my fingers
That cover my eyes
On this big wheel of fortune
Then who's next to die?