The way you make things stay then fade away puts a break to my pain and makes it take the early plane home just to crash in the mismatched grass that outlasted darwin's mastadon of thoughts of this blasted evolution. Losing in this game of illusions, nobodies to blame when you're down and out, found out the crowd in your own house was taking your family out. One by one they all fall down and before they hit the ground your heart beats faster than the fastest speed of light giving you a sight a few hours into the future and you see the white outlines smeared with bloodstains. Then the time-space continuem takes you back to your time, your mind, your pain, you go insane as they're failing to stand, falling down in the exact spot you already saw them land. You feel the fit of rage race to your face, you wanna pace around but you're now tied down to a chair staring yourself in a mirror thats tearing you apart because everywhere you look you see a family member.