all your moves are an act to me if i m dismissive the red on your hand and the stutter in your step gave me permission who s broken heart did i abduct to feign these tears who s battered soul did i usurp to howl like this the blade sharp and well groomed but the execution lacked vision i was deployed to revive the lull in your casual blackouts who s phantom hand did i possess to get this feeling one foot on the stage one foot in the grave the only time you feel alive is when you re on fire there s a tempest raging on and on in my body you picked your battles i just loved to fight lost some won some then i lost count you can t see eye to eye when you re drinking from a different well i m unopposed to replaying the dying picture i couldn t shut your laughing eyes they just kept on getting louder and louder grand delusions rub my ego so raw i wasn t burn with this thorn in my side no i stole every kiss from the sight of the crash if you believe these outrageous claims then i ll take you to the black hole where no one escapes