[Intro: Your Arms Are My Cocoon]
I felt the world around me split in seconds; The sun, the air, and god, and me, harrowed by the swarm, picked away like pupils in the dark
But every night as every eyelid dies, they grasp at silken moonlight filtered though the blinds, holding on to that which burns within an aching life
This is only a left hook, headlights peering in
This is a breath without lungs
I walk a street lit by lightning bugs as the sun starts to curve toward a forest of fireworks beyond the expanse of night
I hold this all in my hands
I hold this all in my hands