ID/SC/IV/IM
Matthew Canning
Arms outstretched so they can find me
Pledge to leave the panic behind
There's a word for that where I come from
Bury as much as we can bury before they pass
A soundless and featureless mass
There's a word for that where I come from
Ushered out of sight
It only takes one second
And you're the only one
A sole survivor
With the weight of a shadow
And nothing else to ground you
When indifferent eyes arrive
Under flickering lights
A brittle little
Brittle little experiment
Count down to it
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Now there's just one
A brittle little
Experiment
Brittle little terminal sacrifice
