We made a plan now turn the lights on. I can see it in your face. There's something about this place that's bringing us down. do you believe in wild horses? Do you believe in fact or fiction? Nothing remains the same. A lack of head space gave way to reason. The season is dangerous. Feels like we're living in the bottom half of an hour glass. Salvation lies within it's your world. Do you believe in wild horses? Do you believe in fact or fiction? Nothing remains the same. A lack of head space gave way to reason. The season is dangerous. Do you believe this is the end?